I hope you enjoy. The original name is Melancholia.
Flowers wilt.
Roses die.
The balance will tilt.
In the dead man's lie.
The soul's melodic gloom.
Spirits glow.
Lillies of death bloom.
Time is now slow.
Stitches on every arm.
Patches on their head.
They done the harm.
So why blame me for the dead?
In the soul's melodic gloom.
Roses fell.
Lillies bloom.
Everyone can tell.
In the fog.
Many souls who died.
Some are just a cog.
Of the land where they cried.
Love is broken.
Over this mourning hand.
Some have now woken.
To see the tear stained land.
After them came more.
Now a cycle of hate.
Doomed down to the core.
In the land of every dead fate.
A heart of songs.
My soul's melodic gloom.
Some parents who longs.
Over the roses to bloom.
A sad fate.
Left to yearn.
Over the land of hate.
Now the dead have to learn.
Everyone to learn of fate.
To learn of their loss.
Over their death as of late.
Over the soul's melodic gloom.
If they have a heart.
They would be here.
Here to help the parent's part.
Even if it would be mere.
They would be happy.
Even if the roses wilt.
They would not be sappy.
Even in the tilt.
The loneliness after death.
The rage building in their core.
With their last breath.
They wished they said more.
In until their last.
Their last breath.
Soul's of their past.
Melodic until death.
Gloom of hate made too fast.
