walking in hell, coal black as night.
No more light fills my eyes, my skin cold as ice.
I am no angel or a fallen, just a lone warrior seeking a path.
yet fate has never done a proper send off.
Above the golden clouds lies heaven, it seems like i still my heart has no beat.
mortals and Half breeds know no pain, evil is spite of light inside your own hearts they said to me.
What a worthless trash of advice, just to be diced like the new blooded meat in war.
People like the spartens of old drinked from the blood pools of their victims, killing is a fun sport in many many ancient cultures.
Yet we call our human souls civilized?... what in the hell are we truely thinking.
When it comes down to a time where to each is his own way... the erson that crosses paths will always seem to doom one another.
Hatred on bloodlines, hatred in the flames of our eyes.
these make all my soul cold as ice, both hath melted away.
I am a husk a shell, my skin and Blood just false illusion.
Oh what a facade the line of good and evil... to hell with it, burn it away in your minds.
For thy soul will always be bound to my will say'th the demonic arch angels of hell.
Now my only redemption... lies within my own reach.
