| Song | Grimme Pain |
| Artist | Sun of the Sleepless |
| Album | Poems To The Wretches Hearts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I bleed - the blade's been sharpened, | |
| The wounds have been cut deep, | |
| Whilst thou weavest thy carpet | |
| And lests the heavens weep. | |
| Discouraged hearts thou makest, | |
| Bringest the wretches woe, | |
| And those that thou forsakest | |
| In thee have found a foe. | |
| Tristesse consumes the lands - grey! | |
| Thou paintest life on earth, | |
| And those thou hast consumed, pray: | |
| O give to winter birth! | |
| Discouraged hearts thou makest, | |
| Bringest the wretches woe, | |
| And those that thou forsakest | |
| In thee have found a foe. |