• Your blooded tears come down
    A blacked puddle forms around
    Death shall never face the world of hate
    Cant but yet in away make sense

    Hearing then call your name
    The dying screams shout for you fame
    Laughter at which pends for mercy
    No wonder you cant see


    Can you feel the coldness in the air
    Chills run down your spin
    The merciful cries of torture
    Madness in ones twisted mind