Echoes of terror de Anathema

Existence, throught a spirit's will
a force, use the power of evil
Darkness, visualize
as light pierces through your yearning eyes
Rebirth of a lost soul
your body, a channel with witch to grow old
Mephitic, smell of death
rancid flesh, of the undead
Inner screams,
useless tears,
shattered bones.
my
"oh
...help me ;
"please help me ;
This inner gloom,
a subterrainean hell.
a morbid sleep,
in my stygian world.
my mind is locked,
at chains my thoughts.
i pray for death.
euthanasize my soul.
Sanctify me
Epitaph, to mankind
engraved, on your mind
Stigmata, on the flesh.
dead images, put to rest