Black clouds on a black plane in a black heart That knows no sun No flowers or trees, summer breeze Just disease Make them all die slowly
A pale horse on a pale plain in a pale mind That knows no light The factories of disease With their acrid smoke Make them all die slowly
A child cries to blind eyes in a lonely place Full of misery No flowers or trees no summer breeze Just disease Watch them all die slowly
I look in these eyes Deceit is what i find. Your feeling sad, but you left us behind. Sold your soul So that's how it goes Make them die slow
Your life's blood is control, feeding off power that you stole, With a hollow heart you carve Abscess in your soul Carving this abscess Abscess in your soul Hollow hearted You're soon to be departed