Shall

In this moment i wish i lay
Death in my grave
The grave is cold
My head bold
I lay and decay
I can see that day
Its all clear to me
My future will be
I shall die in battle terribly
Killed by a bullet as cruel as it can bee
Killing everything inside of me.
I shall then rise from the dead
My hunger should be feed on the living
I will be an undead.
My body will be a misery
and you are the one who could save me
Your love will break my spell
Sending me back to where i belong
To the cold grave carved in stone. 

Written by Srdjan Solkotovic(Shole)

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