Testo di Shrieking Of The Mad

Someone always calls me in my nightmare The voice of salvation Behind these blind walls of rain The bony trees stand black And point their fingers in every direction It's a wisdom gone insane Lying numb to the beats of machine guns Spitting out rounds of a terrifying song Kept awake by a rapist on the stairway By the shrieking of the mad Always in the company of bad men Once again in a storm of steel Will this be the cleansing of my soul or the revelation of a pig's fat heart? Fanatics call me in my nightmare Voices of salvation