Souls Of My Death کے بول

My nails scratch the coffin Where I’m buried in six feet under And I feel the air is running out Making me feel afraid And my blood is boiling While my bones are broken And I feel like someone is pulling me Pulling me down Souls of my death Souls of my death Souls of my death Souls of my death We are all buried by our fears The reaper is coming to catch us Who will be this time? No matter the souls are singing Souls of my death Souls of my death Souls of my death Souls of my death It’s like everything I knew was broken It’s like I was in hell, hell, hell