Immortal

Immortal

Mislead by the world
She follows the night
Creates her own path,
Creates her own sight.
Spirit so dim,
Bruised and broken.
Heart as cold,
As hatred's token.
Bitter and tired,
She wishes not to feel.
Bitter and tired,
She's too torn to heal.

"Bring me to the darkness,
Where the living are dead.
Blind me of mortal fate,
That lie ahead.
Make my heart beat stop,
Let the blood run cold.
Oh demon who take over me,
Let the blood run cold."

With every footstep, on the ground,
She holds no fear, hears no sound.
Veins are bursting, a surge through her spine.
Her lungs fill with oxygen, one last time.

"Bring me to the darkness,
Where the living are dead...
Let the blood run cold."