Demons Of Time Lyrics
They seise thy heart for an atrocies embraceWith demoniac fingers the shroud covers your faceAnd then you know: thou shall diePursued by nothing zhan your fearBut their steps resounding in your tortued earsTormenting your soul, no place to hideNo sword to fight: thou shall dieYou struggle when you hear them comingAnd every step you run, thousand pursue your poor soulDemoniac laughter when they tear off little partsYou?re bleeding when times and feelings come off and dieEvery tick of the hand a part of youWhen you crowl to the tombstone of thineYou knowYou dieIn piecesTime to resignBut you are already dead.
Nebular Moon Demons Of Time
