Walking for the dark Forest of Ilusions
Dazzled for creepy fog that me hang
I hear bark of wolfs and shouts that cry
I feel the Smeel of Blood in the Cold air of night.
My eyes search for the light
My shakys hands
Don't be refuges for to hold
Don't be salvation
Insanitys blossom in my mind
Submited for the damned destin
Kneel on ground how in a prayer
I wait for the beasts hurgries of life
For much time I needed to scape of my perverts
And deny my conscience
Ignoring my feelings
But however I run of my interior badnees
I can't stop of to see
Death in my DREAMS.