2 Sick Sisters के बोल

pouring through the years with(?) invisibility jackals cower with their light rotting down ??? sight golden moments all to rare loose their feeling and their faith turning courage into fear decomposing as you stare spin around there's no one there ???ing into dust pulling me under- ground into a place where there is no air to breathe pressing down (deep?) into the mire and it's suffocating thought gaining ground towering over chasing me through my mind drowning me again