Rotting Christ - A Dead Poem lyrics

Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future cover my face
With my guilty hands

It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers never come back nature dies out

This tragic future
Destined to hurt never heal
What end can save me
What good gives me an end

Nothing is innocent nothing is fair
I keep wondering how did I end up like this

First passion now is lost
A dramatic dead story i killed all I have
My sadness is translated into madness
I spell meaningless words
A poem for sorrow and death