Always About to Die کے بول

Under the sign of a skull faced moon We rise from abysmal embryotic doom Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave A sick fragile cycle from which no one is saved Made to be feared, this reaping scythe No one gets out of this world alive Doomed to the flow of the river of fear Damned by the day when the reckoning's here Suffering through the endless pain Paranoia drilling brains Either way we all must perish Everyone will lose the game In your sleep or on your knees Killed in health or by disease Doom bound train is on your track Feel your mind about to crack We are always about to die Under the sign of a skull faced moon We rise from abysmal embryotic doom Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave A sick fragile cycle from which no one is saved