I was cursed immortal
Seven Centuries ago
My evil conscience inhabits this wasteland inside my mind
The years of terror and darkness
Immobility and dead silence have made me the image of nightmares
Not mortal but still dead inside
Seven centuries
Seven centuries
Seven centuries
Seven centuries
Still roaming this hell in my head
The abscence of life I once felt
Ghostly screams remind me of the mistakes i made on my journey of life
This guilt and hatred i carry
I shall carry into my grave
Oh when will the pleasure of dying be granted upon me
Seven centuries
Seven centuries
Seven centuries
Seven centuries