Tekster:
Fatal Anguish

of grey matter, Ooze over sanity Cry, rage in torment Refuse to subside Possesses my thoughts In anguish I lie Tearing at the skull The visions burn

twitching from maddening pin Why must I die like this? Insanity not far away Mental breakdown Scathing havoc Pray for death to come and get me Inner anguish

one hostage dead." "Two terrorists dead." "Would you like to know what the diagnosis was?" "Some kind of electrical discharge." . . points Now the anguish

man Unchains the dogs of chaos to complete his evil chore To make the cringing herd of man, his thralls by right of war They gorge on fatal fruit, taste

by the work of Edgar Allen Poe) I. Red Death It was a time when life was short Long devastated was the land Never had there ever been A more fatal plague

twitching from maddening pin Why must i die like this? Insanity not far away Mental breakdown Scathing havoc Pray for death to come and get me Inner anguish

Moving toward the evil song that fate will sadly sing. How the pride of man has fallen, crowning lust their only king Heaven screams in anguish and

one hostage dead." "Two terrorists dead." "Would you like to know what the diagnosis was?" "Some kind of electrical discharge." ?? points Now the anguish

Death - heads adorn their necks But they have lived forever. Malign, nocturnal predators In search of human cattle Drawn toward their anguished cries