Final Prayer Couldn't be Done

by Sebastian Han   Mar 25, 2007


Way down low beneath the cemetery
Sanctuary for the devils and all agony
My limbs are chained by those burning hands
Can't elude from there even I have great plans

I can hear pathetic screams and cries
I'm struggling to break free otherwise I'll demise
Those blooded hands in flame cut me with bony claws aggressively
Drain my blood to repose them from famishing; it hurts badly

They release, I run out of the chamber of death
All under the tombs are unleashed and come to live
Wait for me and try to slaughter me to the death
Scattering glasses detach my feet, how am I going to survive?

Skulls, hanging torsos and limbs over this Gothic place
Terrify and steal away my strength and will to carry on
My blood just oozes out more and more, gargoyles know my face
My fate is horribly doomed as I see the trace of light fades beyond

My fear of the dark is boiling inside my body
This acrimonious devilish torture shows no mercy
Sins I've done drag me down as the cold rain's falling
Stinky ground with blood stains under the welkin where thunder's rolling

Goblins, trolls and zombies smash my head with fatal hammers
My heart and soul are terribly ground apart; I demise
Why I don't have the time? Time to accomplish my prayers
There is where I lie on, submerge into the flame with those eeriest cries...

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