Dementium کے بول

The moment has come I've descended to a place from which I can't escape Can only see my shade projected on these walls Maze of sickness, come and go familiar ghosts Sailors of the time, disfigured faces in agony The panic seizes me My eyes are balanced in a red vortex Pendulum of illness The reflection of the sanity, is gone from my eyes The fear will never go, I'm paralyzed I still feel the ground pass between my fingers Can still hear the screams Cannot focus my point of view on anything only The passage of the time Isolated from all inanimate In this place I feel like dying One by one the immaterial demon Has cursed us