Texty: Dismember. The God That Never Was. Shadows Of The Mutilated.

Pale faces twisted in pain
Their hollow eyes watching me
Shadows of the mutilated weep
I dare not to sleep
Days and nights I stay awake
With chemical eyes I greet the sun
Through darkness I waited
For the light to set me free


Insomnia, dementia
I hear the fallen angels sing
Die, die
Lunacy, blasphemy
I hear dying voices whisper
Kill, kill