His soul can't bare the hurt
Who he is or who he was
Examinating the dark and rancid
To find the inner driving self
He can't bare the pain
The inner compass strains
Turns to black and from black it dies
Bottomless hatred is his thrive
With an eerie glow it burns
At the darkest hour of night
When the living is fast asleep
Buried in its grave
The ritualgrounds
Countless of years in slumber
Enter the maze
Beyond the path
Far up the hill
Just above the village
Where no one wants to live
There is cry in the wind
Chanting within the trees
Sweet music mezmerize
It dances in the maze of Stones
He opens his eyes again
And even if they are dead
Evil has come to life
In that cold dreadful still of the night
Rivers of madness
In a black full-moon night
I fall down
Passage Zero
A blackened heart with an empty soul
His fate was cursed as he lost control
Desperate he grasp the back
Of the thing that moves without legs
Like holding a twitching bag
And its eyes rolls back
Screaming without the world to hear
Losing the devilish act
The spell is cast and the ritual is done
Chained to the other side for centuries to come
He opens his eyes again
And even if they are dead
Evil has come to life
In that cold dreadful still of the night
Brought out from the shadows
Embodying and crawling
Crawls out from the shadows
I fall down
Through the portal of hell
An ancient spell
Rivers of madness
In a black full-moon night
Passage Zero
A blackened heart with an empty soul
His fate was cursed as he lost control
He opens his eyes again
And even if they are dead
Evil has come to life
In that cold dreadful still of the night