Within... I play my part in your horrible game A victim crying in vain I scream in pain as you're slowly killing me What are you turning out to be? I read your epitaph And realize you're not dead You come from darkness To kill me from behind I try find the root of your evil Find the source of the wicked The twisted in human's mind Light is the flame, warm is my blood Dark is the coloor of the night The sky is grey, hell is here To burn in your wicked mind Enter the black And take me to your paradise Step into the obscure An utopia of fear Walk among The dead and the buried Travel within Your dreams I have found the root of your evil I've found the source of the wicked The twisted in your mind Light is the flame, warm is my blood Dark is the coloor of the night The sky is grey, hell is here To burn until it burns bright