| Through The Infinitive Halls Of Death |
| | I know that my old life is ending
very soon I`ll lose my breath
But raise up high or slow descending
is the question after death
Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell
In the realm of the other side
I saw some spirits a force of might
Black and white and side by side
they will take me beyond the light
Through the shadows of my soul
walking in an endless cave
searching for a deep black hole
to find my destiny or grave
Doomed to hell
Misery and death, pain and sorrow
The air was poisoned by the smell of burning flesh
I saw the beast
A great shadow surrounded by black demons
Satan he laughed as he saw me burn
DAWN
"Suddenly I awoke. I must have fallen asleep under the oak,
where I used to sit and dream as a child
The dawn was soon to come, and the air was crisp and cold
Yet I felt warm
I remembered my strange dreams and knew I had the strength and
love in my heart to create something in my life. The world was waiting
I was reborn"
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