Martriden A Season In Hell
Misery!
Hate!
To you I entrust my treasure
Walking along old paths
Marching forward
The burden growing
As I purge my mind of hope
My soul descends before me
Misfortune is my god
As the plagues smother in blood
The beast glares as I descend
As I make my choices
And swallow it down
Venom twists my limbs
Suffocates and deforms me
I cannot scream, feeling myself burn
Eternal punishment, this is Hell!
The clock of life has stopped
No longer with this world
Fading now into the depths
Ecstasy, Nightmare and sleep
In a nest of flame
I will unveil the mystery
Future, past and nothingness
I am the master
