Down in my cellar In a damp and sombre room I let my brush run free 'cross the canvas Where it paints the eyes of doom Oh, how can all this be?
I removed the lid from the well Letting out the secrets it held None believed that they do exist But I know, down below Morbid eyes are watching through the mist
Out of the Well Breaking their spell Demons of Hell
They pose for me and I draw their features Demonic drawings of ungodly creatures Shadows dance from the candles lit Sworn to sadness - myth and madness Reflect the mockery of the pit
Out of the Well Breaking their spell Demons of Hell
The night spirit of antique horror Returning from the depths below Mocking the God of the heavens A terror He could never know
I am the tool to immortalize the dread Ghouls feasting on the living and the dead It's a testament of hell's morbidity A painting made of my own insanity!
Out of the Well Breaking their spell Demons of HellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
