ÄÄÄ blood wells out, and with it your life, drifting, on a sea of constant strife. commited from birth, on this road to hell, driven by illusions, you cannot dispell. roses are red, violets are blue. he's laughing like hell, because he's dead before you. blood wells out, from his fingertips, as you kiss them lightly, with blood red lips. Satan's taking you for one big ride, as you kiss the lips of your dieing bride. ÄÄÄ Charon[FiDELiS]