Cadaveres - Blood-Stained Some female hair, flowers a dead The bracing smell of rain in the air Crushing floor, doors opened Glass tiles ang tears of blood everywhere Cloudy skies, moaning wind Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense Somebody has been here a blood-stained man who pretends innocence So never feel assurance -I breathe out in vengeance I'll hunt you with my revenge My law will strike down on you A narrow street, a purple scarf Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark A used-up wallet, her photo therein Her voice echoes again in the wind Crumbling walls, long shadows You can still smell her sweet fragrance She's only twenty, good-looking, lovely but still a blood-stained man who pretends innocence So never feel assurance I breathe out in vengeance I hunt you with my revenge My law will strike down on you Blur of sight, sudden light Disturbtes the recognition of every mistake What if I am? By any chance, a blood-stained man who pretends innocence? http://rockerek.hu/