Karthago

Where were you as the sun diedSpewing out its collapseDid you care as heaven slowly friedMissing out on the SwansongYou were never that keenBut my death was a knockoutI believeIt's a cold DecemberI count my wounds as everAnd that day was the seventhWhen blood fell from the skyYou turned your back as the nightfallClosed my eyesNew or old millenniumI still count the costWith runs left to rememberWho I wasIt's a cold DecemberI count my wounds as everIt's worth all pain foreverTo see your beautiful face