Distant laments sound,
In the dark and cold night
Frightening your thoughts (x 2)
The smell of blood,
Remembers past bloodsheds,
Emaciated figures in darkness,
Come to you
Writing in your mind… death x4
You feel that there is no escape
Finally the time has come
Remorses are killing you
Blehh
Your victims and their pain
Are tormenting
Your heart.
You cannot expel
From your conscience.
Writing in your mind… death x4
Blood
Blooshed (x4)
The shade from the past
Is darkening your dreams.
Blooshed (x4)
