Karthago

<br>Where were you as the sun died<br>Spewing out its collapse<br>Did you care as heaven slowly fried<br>Missing out on the Swansong<br>You were never that keen<br>But my death was a knockout<br>I believe<br>It`s a cold December<br>I count my wounds as ever<br>And that day was the seventh<br>When blood fell from the sky<br>You turned your back as the nightfall<br>Closed my eyes<br>New or old millennium<br>I still count the cost<br>With runs left to remember<br>Who I was<br>It`s a cold December<br>I count my wounds as ever<br>It`s worth all pain forever<br>To see your beautiful face