|
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
Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell
Through the shadows of my soul
Walking in an endless cave
Searching for a deep black hole
To find my destiny or grave
Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell
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
|
