Rejected by my own kind. don't understand the crime I've done. should never have trusted that hatebreed. maybe I'm better of gone. is this a punishment for being scared.
Bloodstained Lips Drawn Back From teeth. To Reveal a Wide Humourless Grin. Lifeless Eyes in a Cold Black Stare. Three Years in The Grave - Undead Presence.
No flickering light at the end of the path. Confront repressions of the past. Fear, Prevail, Insanity, Obey!. Draw back in silence to dwell in anxiety.
Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds. Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds. Lily's weep over light that fled. Words were carved in my arm by the dead.