No one looks for life among the dead You throw your body towards the dark tunnel Only reddish darkness There are no relative faces, Only tortured martyrs in the throes of death
There's no love, no compassion Only distress and pain Come back to life in a perverse way A corrupt version resucitation Called survivors of the limbo Also known as those without bright
I know about gloomy places Wihtout hope nor bright
Coming back as murderers, tormentors, Crazy sadists, manipulators The devil doesn't give anything When dying he proposes the deal, Save the life for the total submissivness
There's no love, no compassion Only distress and pain Com back to life in a perverse way A corrupt version resucitation Called survivors of the limbo Also known as those without bright
I know about gloomy places Without hope nor bright
Walls formed from faces Hidden in the shadow Ready to pounce They suffer, groan, without mouth
A new murderer's frace emerge Weakness is thir favourite field Abandoned to the abyss of violence Prisoners of their own past