The traveller lies fallen battered and bleeding in pain upon his path despair his companion no strength to go forth on his way death's hand is knocking my thirsting throat desires his wine black shapes are mocking they long to desecrate my mind death's hand is knocking my drifting soul his eyes may find black death is mocking he's reaching out his hand for mine an agonising scream pleads the quickening of death but only his echo returns to laugh at the broken man and mock his crumpled form yet he must endure and emerge from the wastes for denial will stagnate his soul his judgement stained master I'm dying pain is bursting through my head please hear my crying don't let me dance among the dead the violent scourging of christ the gory ransom paid scarlet streamed his holy blood exalted is his name spirit of fire restores my sight mercy shown through blackest night alive once more to carry on give voice unto the skies emptiness within me all I feel is freezing pain noxious cold burns my eyes my weakened heart enshrined in ice in helpless fear I cower pathetic my demise evil looms with power its presence I despiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
