Distant laments sound,
In the dark and cold night
Frightening your thoughts (x 2)

The smell of blood,
Remembers past bloodsheds,
Emaciated figures in darkness,
Come to you

Writing in your mind… death x4

You feel that there is no escape
Finally the time has come
Remorses are killing you

Blehh

Your victims and their pain
Are tormenting
Your heart.
You cannot expel
From your conscience.

Writing in your mind… death x4

Blood

Blooshed (x4)

The shade from the past
Is darkening your dreams.

Blooshed (x4)