Chain – Cemetary

Days of torment
Days of truth
Living hell
Buried youth

Life is here
Life is dead
Hollowed eyes
Zombie head
Born in dirt
Sin and pain
Always to wear
A fucking chain

Tear my face
Who am I
Behind the mask
Smiles the lie

Life is here
Life is dead
Hollowed eyes
Zombie head
Born in dirt
Sin and pain
Always to wear
A fucking chain

“Bleeding in my hands
Bitter and sour
Lies the holy life
Long passed the hour
Awakening, ascending
Naked on the floor

In a cracked mirror I face the truth
The fact That I am nothing”

Orphan…crawl to your cross
Orphan…receive your chain

Days of torment
Days of truth


Chain – Cemetary