The past becomes the creeping death.
Creeping up there’s nothing left.
Lost in the halls of Purgatory.
Turning my life into a fictitious story.
Sins that are constantly inflicted upon the meaningless.
This ghastly fate is administered by horned demons.
Vitality in your veins.
Blackens your heart, now it’s stained.
Suffering from past mistakes.
Another chance could take it all away.
Looking for my feelings that are confided.
Deceive the beings that are simple-minded.
A revelation reveals the survivor who is saving.
In this prophecy, I’m leaning towards salvation.
