Tristania

Digging
In the mud
Deep in
In the mud
Sweat swings down my face
My sweet taste; like blood
Hide me with locks from your head
I can not win
Bleeding, dying,
Digging
For your part
The torch went out
The room went dark
Falling
In the fire
Crawling
Through the night
Tears fall down my face
My sweet taste; like blood
Cover me with locks from your head
Bleeding, dying,
Digging