No one looks for life among the dead
You throw your body towards the dark tunnel
Only reddish darkness
There are no relative faces,
Only tortured martyrs in the throes of death
There's no love, no compassion
Only distress and pain
Come back to life in a perverse way
A corrupt version resucitation
Called survivors of the limbo
Also known as those without bright
I know about gloomy places
Wihtout hope nor bright
Coming back as murderers, tormentors,
Crazy sadists, manipulators
The devil doesn't give anything
When dying he proposes the deal,
Save the life for the total submissivness
There's no love, no compassion
Only distress and pain
Com back to life in a perverse way
A corrupt version resucitation
Called survivors of the limbo
Also known as those without bright
I know about gloomy places
Without hope nor bright
Walls formed from faces
Hidden in the shadow
Ready to pounce
They suffer, groan, without mouth
A new murderer's frace emerge
Weakness is thir favourite field
Abandoned to the abyss of violence
Prisoners of their own past