Dread, that subterranean world Where one awakes from dread to dread Sleep does not put an end to dread It's as if dread is both day and night In a mobile disaster Which allows everything to remain Twisted in an endless twilight Perpetual limbo where every somnambulant second Is plagued by that nightmarish preoccupation Of one's own fears Fears made much too real This close to the millennium That final countdown to our own extinction Plundered into a reality from which one will never return Plundered into that shattered dreamscape Of purgatory of paranoia, pestilence, petulance Word becomes increasingly difficult to segregate good from evil Living from the living dead Bleak panorama where not even death Not even death offers release For what you wrought will come back to haunt And haunt it does What if death picks up where life left off What if death picks up where life left off Death picks up where life left off An endless barrage of unbearable obstacles A god forsaken terrain Where lost souls find even less mercy, no mercy And are still forced to reconcile With what was left undone As if the struggle never ends The struggle never ends As if there is not now or ever peace Peace being foreign to our nature The nature of the beastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
