The Perverted Beast

Cries echo in the halls of the dead
Left in the shadows of loneliness
The cold walls of madness
Staring at you with eyes of retaliation

Looking back at memories forgotten
Feel the anguish return
A forsaken place without opportunities

Unlock the gate to passionate pain
A wound that nourish the evil inside
Believe the illustrator of the peverse
Obey the outer range of depravity

Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn

Looking back at memories, forgotten
Feel the anguish return
A forsaken place without opportunities

Savage spirits haunting my half done soul
Angry at the awkward place
Where they have been left
A statue carved from explores of the dark
Endure the true suffering in this paradox

Cries echo in the halls of the dead
Left in the shadows of loneliness
Believe the illustrator of the peverse
Obey the outer range of depravity

Slipped through the hands of the
Guardians of the perverted beast
Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn
Slipped through the hands of the
Guardians of the perverted beast