Hate To The Light Of Life

In the depth of the damned untouched one 
Exist the shadows only 
In which the Evil is born 
Black phantoms of Death 
Are united among gloom. 
The devestated souls are filled 
With hatred and anger 
To the light of life 
I walk into this untouched one 
To become the same phantom 
To be vanished into the gloomy quiet 
Of the untouched one, 
United by spirit of Death