Tekster:
Forlorn Legacy

I wake up in the bloodbath my body marked with scars the taste of hatred, in my mouth what happened? where am I? if only I could rewind this awful scene

Thock layer of lunacy riveted to my conciousness stained my judgement paralyzed my brain handcuffed, I just stare at the white scenery of my prison cell

Payback day I trade this soul for sweet revenge my tormentor- infected with fear I'll have no mercy like chant in my head it is the voice of the damed

With no escape, I drift, lost yet I recognize this place place so known to me shelter in self-opression I'm in a sad state of siprit confidence, persistence

This is the last try to break through this empty shallow me, last switch from dying filth that learned to breathe this vulture still biting trapped inside

It seems like I welcome such a horrible emptiness as a hope tonight it's like I hear the footsteps from where I hide at least I know we're of the same