Their dead bodies were found
Many miles away
From the place they fell in love with each other
And the girl ran away from her mother
So usual story
They loved each other to d**h
White tiny flowers will keep the secret of the moor
A place where two lovers used to hide
Smothered in suffering
Was it a part of their tragedy
A wild ritual of murdering?
Their skin of purplish color
Disgusting traces of sin
Scary eyes full of horror
He picked up a flower of pure white
And gifted to her
Would your smell my dear
A weeping lotus?
There are many stories I heard
But still cannot believe
These innocent flowers
Could weep
Lave me with your tears
Enchanting circles of your weeps
All your moans are sad and sweet
Green hooded eyes have stolen my mind
I'll never wake untill I die
Devoured by the black mouth
Forever buried in mire
Dance to me
Give me more of your pa**ion
Dance to me
Smother me gently