Foretold

Foretold - Death in June

And in dark rooms

The old man looks

Looks through his tired eyes

At faint faces

Of twisted lives

Lives of lies

Lives of lies

In the stillness

There she lies

As the pain flame

Drains away

She grows younger

In child like eyes

In child like eyes

And tears mirror

All things good

And in blood flows

All things bad

And tears mirror

All things good

And in blood flows

All things bad