Here I walk alone
just followed by
The gloomy shadows of spirits
of the dead
And no light gives me the sense of eternity
I could live somewhere
beyond the pale moon.
It's just in the frozen hell under this walking path
The place where I live will triumph.
Me; the angry countdown
Before my death!
Senseless.
Trapped in this life. Uholy. Intolerant.
Better, Addicted to the things
Beyond the pale moon.
I desire the place where I will triumph.
The God now I forget is the Hell I bring
A plaugue. A Disease.
Death I support. In ghosts I believe
Mad for my sight dead before new day light