Circle of Fear
I feel the air blowing upon my face
as i stand amidst the tombs
upon these tombs; the shadow lurks
defiling every moment of my joy
i stand again to confront them
but i feel weak....
i fear my death and i obey them
i fear them and i am their slave
darkness is upon me; and i cannot cast them away
their spell mesmerise me; and i feel nothing
i lay down myself
and smell the air; i feel my death approaching
i have the vision of hopeless souls
wandering around me
soon, i am to follow them
and soon, i am to be with them
forever......
i will vanish from the earthly pleasures
but my soul will remain
forever it will wander; searching for salvation
i am a prisoner within this circle
i am a slave within this circle
for now it is my life....
and i fear my creator who created me now.
