don't fret my dear

my cold grave is under tough ground
I miss it so much with all my small heart
silent darkness is still calling me
the cold grave is calling me too

with no fear I'm looking straight into your soul
under the bloody sky crowds of people will bow low to your will
the girl with fragile body, will put a crown on your head
while I'll stand in a crowd with dry white napkin in my hand

your wish is just one, to remove your only problem
to get rid of your dirty past, no matter of what
you wish to see me in my cold dark grave with flowers in my hands instead of white scrap
I know you wouldn't dare, but the ground is calling me, it's calling me to revive..., so don't you fret my dear, don't fret...