made of flesh and blood is still.
sleep and rest from us until
by and wipes the past away,
paint it black and fight another day.
guard the dśmon goes to ground,
at such a loss it knows no bounds.
struck the blow but all the guilt is mine,
paint it black and then the sun will shine.
of my love I cannot bare,
is torn apart and now despairs.
you back iíll beg on bended knee
it black so life returns to thee.
is fickle and deplores devotion
take my life and halt its plan in motion.