كلمات The Black

this place like hell where you belong nation of leeches, kingdom made of thorns civil war inside your head is starting to breed and reform it's own identity here you have no name so death can't find you, define you and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever and the black wearing out your soul is the black haunting you in echoes the gaze like death what you behold greyscale reflection, perfection so cold flawless shell of man is starting to break and leave the inside for demons to take here you have no name so death can't find you, define you and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever And the black wearing out your soul is the black haunting you in echoes