Original lyrics
ENDark bell casts
Casts its pressing shadow
Slowly grinding blank
Scorched souls wasted away
You're victimized by society's pride
Penary leads us
Puppets on strings
Figures on a chessboard
Where you aren't the king
Six feet
Under the ground
Darkest feelings
Heavy tuned ringing echoes in your head
Black blood is boiling, it whispers your name
