Nocturne - A Happy Death Lyrics
The soul of flesh has walked awayA symptom of flash-static painBrought through the contrasting ofA world of hate, and a peaceful doveA saddened face is bathed in lightUnaware of watchful eyesA victim of the burning nightAssuming no one hears his criesIf one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at allIf one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at allIf one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at allIf god could hear him, then that god wouldn't care at all