The Scourge کے بول

As I sit with eyes heavy omens clear Face down in seclusion the evil steer What drives the stake within my heart This man he fell apart Now that the entrance is open wide This black all around makes it's way inside What have you done? Will hate abide? Where is my death invitation? Elation? Dead glimpse lurking beneath this prison, I I give my life for a taste of, taste of What lies beyond the dead place now Fire burns rising beneath these sins in time I leave my life for the void I have not tried! Survive! I will survive! Collapsed ceilings above drop rage upon them (raging upon them) Stone cold fist and a memory running on the blunt end of a blade The blood that is spilled shall start my serenade, to you I will survive I will survive Survive!