The Invader کے بول

Beneath the masquerade of a clean spirit lies a desperate corpse Ailing for attention, he beckons blindly for help He spews venom as his cries go unheard The poison invades his blood, slowly lingering towards a fragile end His system will fail, his corpse will burn with the sun Beneath the ashes of the carrion left behind by the chosen ones A delusional mind balanced upon the brittle ropes of sanity Intoxicated by the scent of blood Breathing the fowl stench of decay Cry for the defining moment in the end ...as you die again and again Scream for the final moments, my friend ...as you die again and again and again The poison invades his blood, slowly lingering towards a fragile end His system will fail, his corpse will burn with the sun Beneath the masquerade of a soiled spirit lay a slab of flesh and bone Rotted, cold, defeated, broken A mind once strong, now dead Left as an exemplary feast for the dirt