Echoes Of Terror Lyrics - Anathema

Existence, throught a spirit's will 

A force, use the power of evil 

Darkness, visualize 

As light pierces through your yearning eyes 

Rebirth of a lost soul 

Your body, a channel with witch to grow old 

Mephitic, smell of death 

Rancid flesh, of the undead 

Inner screams, 

Useless tears, 

Shattered bones. 

My prayer... 

"Oh Lord... 

...Help me die." 

"Please help me die." 

This inner gloom, 

A subterrainean hell. 

A morbid sleep, 

In my stygian world. 

My mind is locked, 

At chains my thoughts. 

I pray for death. 

Euthanasize my soul. 

Sanctify me! 

Epitaph, to mankind 

Engraved, on your mind 

Stigmata, on the flesh. 

Dead images, put to rest.