DEAD MAN WHISPER LYRIC

Breath a word the dead man
I know my face have no more mirror
I see that emit a stream of lifting my gravestone
Along we all tragedy
Dead oh...whisper of the world
Where peachfullness which i have to dreams?

REFF:
In hymn the dead man
Bringing goods news in the middle of the night
To one have never been fallen aslip
And those who sold the pass of the life

POEM ::
It's voice to make fragrance
Even he life in the congelation bloods of human being.
He's eye have never shone
He's ignore what that smile.
live to teach he's obstinate