Lyrics A Happy Death - Nocturne

A Happy Death

The soul of flesh has walked away
A symptom of flash-static pain
Brought through the contrasting of
A world of hate and a peaceful dove
A saddened face is bathed in light
Unaware of watchful eyes
A victim of the burning night
Assuming no one hears his cries
If one could hear him
Then that one would not care at all
If god could hear him
Then that god wouldn’t care at all