Burnt upon cross of death
Drown in the darkness and woe
Blight inside my soul
Dawn of season of doom
Deadly embrace of your filthy hand
No one cares the bleeding flower
Every breath hurts my tired lung
Seal the sense to feel the pain no more
Freak out, eyes are blinded
Made out of slaying and loot
Reach out to fragile sanity
To stray from the thin red line
Stab wound is opened and bleeding again
And I standstill at my tormented years
Wretched slave, cage of killing field
No one knows a conclusion of our fate
Etched grave, days of endless hell
Feel the death, redemption is too late
Tearing soul and flesh apart
Lingering scents of your remains
Searing pain and insanity
Without cause, within a fear we die
I saw the end of our days
Die for the nothing but hate
Rise of the tyrant of death
High on the fire of hell
Stab wound is opened and bleeding again
This blood reminds me of the border of the life and death