Last man

Wind in the dark
Mistic, and melancoly
Wind, in the dark
Cold, scary, and wet
I know, there is nothing, but
I feel something with the wind
In the dark
Bad, but smeel nice, blossom
Little like human life
Wind in the dark
Tell me story about last man
Who die in the twilight
And the flower trow
Flow on his grave
But the man was up
And he stang beside me tonight
Yes, i feel suddenly frightened
He still embrance me
He still love me