8 acessos
Surviving in the deadly night
looking at an empty face
visions through an empty sight
a disadvantage of the human race
A recreation of my ripping death
they hold my body try to break my head
terror rising as i take my last breath
all is quiet while my souls undead
as my corpse lies without a fear
reminiscing on the days of fear
all i thing is of the time when i cried
now is past forth and my poor soul has died
Death-reborn-faith-castout-mind-in shock
soul-it dies.
Driven-insane beyond fear
Battle- i will stand alone
the many seek my fortune
i will haunt them forever.
When i see hell awaiting
reel within my eyes thus far
rigormortis sets inside my mind
i will be coming back for more