1. DECEMBER MARCH

A rage inside the soul, now burns.
A tragic path once more, once more. Again.
Life blows cold... at my face, in fade.
And fills your life with pages,
Pages from a summer... to come.
They'll never understand this funeral day
And day by day, draining your death.

Under a stormy sun we have seen your gone
Just them December show us the tomb

The mourn was a hard hit on the minds
From who embraces the dreams of a dying world

An instrumentally cry Adorned the funeral march
...Of dying souls & grey heads

The frustration was the king theme
Meanwhile the hours can't calm the strangers...
And fills your life with pages,
Pages from a summer... to come.

...More now they envy him fate
To can have a dream as death... (wishpers)

Under a stormy sun we have seen your gone
Just them December show us the tomb
The sad sun of december don't stop his run
Meanwhile we walk by the December March

Is a Funeral March