Demons! The thought of death is my dominion Possessed by darkness, they whisper my name Angel? Why? Your weeps are louder, than my screams! By the lack of perception, I march through the unseen
I saw them burn, flames beneath and flames above, I crawl thru! Sever the thoughts of disastrous, come on, take my hand I will guide you to places where your life already was erased
Legions passing by, marching towards death Fallen angels, burnt by the opposite of light Resurrection through a cold embittered loss, hell is here As I see nothing, I am blessed by hate
