Underworld

Treacherous words rise from the mist From Envious eyes and poisonous cold, pale lips. Gluttons of pleasure - Gluttons of pain Vengeance by Sevens - My sweet, cursed Children of Cain. Thrashing and clashing with specters, hiding from the light - demons of death Chaos and Anguish Perfector stealing their last dying breath Driven by Greed, slave to addiction a massive decay of a most foul contradiction. Spirits of Lust piercing the air Writhing with sins of the flesh etched deep in their stare. Descend the Abyss ever faster hidden from light - demons of death Cursing the Black - Winged Master. with their last dying breath with their last dying breath Soar through the Flame I call your name Wrath and might get me through this night Can I make it right? Or will you remain? I've finally realized, that long after laughter dies, I can't undo the things I've done - oh, the things I've done... When will my dark skies disappear - I long to see the sun. Soar through the Flame I call your name Wrath and might - get me through this night Can I make it right? Or will you remain remain.. in Hell? in Hell? in Hell? in Hell?