AgathodaImon - Body Of Clay

Cry with my tears

Cry with my pain

Still in the cold

Neverending rain

With one of your kisses

My words you`d freeze

From one of your kisses

My bleeding would cease

Shed all my tears

The flood devours all

The earth, us, rushing...

A shy, whispered call
Death becomes angels

And they won`t turn away

Defying all my yearing

And my body of clay

Cry with my crying

You end up like (a) mole

Death loves the angels

Retired into my soul

As I`m drained and welken

My last wish I sigh

Let me be, darling

Tears in your eye.