Fall Down

Sing the song
Made by the black death
I'll sing you it to you
Since your next

I'll give the flowers to you
The crimson red flowers
And the thorn would make you bleed
For every beautiful flower has thorns

You were one of them
Until you lost it all

Your beauty
Your grace
Your joy

What's left of you are your sins
That you hid for so long
Under that beautiful face of yours

You've broke me down
I've fallen on the ground
Now it's your turn to fall

Fall down my precious
There's nothing to fear
Fall down my precious
I wont hold you up
Fall down my precious
I'll watch you fall till the very end

Fall now on the hard ground
I'm waiting for youe fall