Within...

Within...
I play my part in your horrible game
A victim crying in vain
I scream in pain as you're slowly killing me
What are you turning out to be?

I read your epitaph
And realize you're not dead
You come from darkness
To kill me from behind

I try find the root of your evil
Find the source of the wicked
The twisted in human's mind

Light is the flame, warm is my blood
Dark is the coloor of the night
The sky is grey, hell is here
To burn in your wicked mind

Enter the black
And take me to your paradise
Step into the obscure
An utopia of fear

Walk among
The dead and the buried
Travel within
Your dreams

I have found the root of your evil
I've found the source of the wicked
The twisted in your mind

Light is the flame, warm is my blood
Dark is the coloor of the night
The sky is grey, hell is here
To burn until it burns bright