كلمات Breeding Fear

Staring down into the depths Subconciuos has taken my life Breathing this foul and dank air Eyes cannot penetrate the light No room to panic or move I pray my death will come soon. My sorrows breeding on my fear. The tombs of 1000 lay near, Soon to diminish am I? Lying there, minutes from my death The nausea breeds on my fear Calling to the victimes of fate The dead cannot answer my calls. My body falls to the depths And darkness has engraved my mind... No vision or solution Gagged for air, deeper below I sink...