Texty: Before The Dawn. The Black.

[music: Tuomas Saukkonen, words: Tuomas Saukkonen/Panu Willman]

this place like hell where you belong
nation of leeches, kingdom made of thorns
civil war inside your head is starting to breed
and reform it's own identity

here you have no name so death can't find you, define you
and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever

and the black wearing out your soul
is the black haunting you in echoes

the gaze like death what you behold
greyscale reflection, perfection so cold
flawless shell of man is starting to break

and leave the inside for demons to take

here you have no name so death can't find you, define you
and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever

And the black wearing out your soul
is the black haunting you in echoes