- cifra
The terror fills my mind
Cannot prevent what's mine
Silence life that's sent
Fearing the souls, of fate
Death decides rotting ways
Rotting ways, fear of death the signs from below
Rotting ways, fear that bleeds with lives sought low
The fear has come beyond the rotting ways
Now the time writes down the days
They're coming for the glory of the kill without a sound
Mystery sinks into, back into the ground
Terror fills my mind
Cannot prevent what's mine
Silence life that's sent
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways
