Demons! The thought of death is my dominion
Possessed by darkness, they whisper my name
Angel? Why? Your weeps are louder, than my screams!
By the lack of perception, I march through the unseen
I saw them burn, flames beneath and flames above, I crawl thru!
Sever the thoughts of disastrous, come on, take my hand
I will guide you to places where your life already was erased
Legions passing by, marching towards death
Fallen angels, burnt by the opposite of light
Resurrection through a cold embittered loss, hell is here
As I see nothing, I am blessed by hate
Touch this!
