Из альбома: From the Depths of Depression
Blood runs black
As the demon engulfs time
Brainwashed into your mind
Try to fight your way to hell
Try to find a soul to sell
To appease this place of death
Lose your mind with every breath
Suffocate yourself to be free
Life falls short to the demon sea
Can you feel yourself die?
Can you feel his hand descend?
Can you feel yourself die?
You are forgotten.