Текст: Officium Triste. Reason. A Flower In Decay.

The scent... The smell of flowers in decay
So sad...
The way you see them rotting away
Never though of pleasent dreams
Your lost
Life's unfair... Or so it seems

The hope is gone

You gave up
You don't want to fight this fight
Your scent
The smell of flowers in decay
So sad...
They're rotting away

[Instrumental]

The battle's lost before it started
Leaving me behind broken hearted
I couldn't imagine you would losse
But this is the end... you chosse
I understand you are in pain
But leaving life
It rather
Caused the demons inside