Locked in darkness Until the end of days Slowly becoming A slave to the grave
Trapped and so alone This cell is my grave A shell of a mad being I am the silent slave Alone in the darkness Is where I bide my time A solitary sentence For a forgotten crime
Head bowed waiting for death Sorrowful as I gaze upon my broken flesh
Driven by instinct, a moral disease Born without mercy, a killing breed
A shell void of emotion Except a love of despair and death To witness their final notion The struggle before their final breath
Locked in darkness Until the end of days Slowly becoming A slave to the grave
(Solo – Farrington)
For sixty seven years He was forced to wait No matter the blood and tears For his mind it was too late
Destroyed and decrepid A man you once were Through the chaos of time A creature you now are
Locked in darkness Until the end of days Slowly becoming A slave to the grave
A true reflection Of the withered conscience inside In this beast of a being In which all humanity has died Left to rot You son of a whore To this world You’re a burden no more
Revelation, desperation For redemption I have looked Everything forsaken Since my life and soul they tookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
