The songs that scream inside your head
are voices from your sinful past.
You neither dream nor do you wake,
but all shall perish yet at last.
So can you reach beyond the moon?
Fear and anger tear you down.
The Darkside waits for you, and soon
a mesh of thorns shall be your crown.
There is no god, no one that saves,
but they shall nail you to the cross.
And while you rot within your grave,
no one shall think your death a loss.
Yet should you choose just to return,
aye, should revenge be what you strive,
you shall taste the flames and burn:
We shall bury you alive.