No flickering light at the end of the path Confront repressions of the past Fear... Prevail... Insanity... Obey! Draw back in silence to dwell in anxiety
Dear diary, what have I done? Am I trippin' or am I alive? Once I've decided I've got stories to tell No way in hell was that just Another motherfuckin
'Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent his friends, and again and again and on and on' You make me own my life in hell My kingdom back to the bound You
Live the years of danger live on the road To the point there's nothing to lose Regrets all you want it to be! In the blink of an eye you're fighting
On the eve of their death they are baptized in the unholy waters of Bodom With no hint of the torture awaiting to greet them at the break of dawn When
Pulling the last cry - I was alive While I'm down in my hatred, weird retch My god has set you on fire The day and the darkness light your way When we
To the fucker who let me have a life in the dark Till the day my life ran out Well a day in the dark, a bloody lust of wind, wanna know what it's about
I can't waste away, I'm slowly losing my way forever Better raise your slave for me anymore Daylight's sin inside, day's growing closer, wait for pain
Slashes to Slashes, Dust to Dust With the blade in my hand, kill you, I might Forget about falling, it's for poor distant punks I tell you I'll see the
Look out! Once again waiting for the darkness, beat up spun and scarred. Prepare for another war Day by day we decay. Sunlight, get out of my way Dig
Go! Pain ain't even really what you wanna be 5 feet under seeing your humanity The opportunity to divide the opportunity of being apart!! Soon be there
I was born in ashes of molten hatred Raised by demons in abodes of the end The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows
Death be not proud, Though some may called thee mighty and dreadful Thou art not so' Losing the war I'm feigning to leave Though I never tried to
The faint blaze of the candle of my life, slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope inside, no shooting stars on my sky. On broken
Running under cover of the moonlight shadow death row. At the night we're running wild with no hope for tomorrow... No tomorrow!!! As we're walking through
In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear a wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves Unripe Vengeance! The cult that
(They say drinking is a way to die But at the end dying is a way to drink) Unquenchable thirst burns you inside The ruins of already burnt out mind Inexhaustible
