M O R B I D
My Dark Subconscious Beyond of death, of darkness A land beyond for sure Dark it's sky... dark as my hatred Several times saw it Because of death that brings them near Memories from my past time... And now I'll see the sorcerer He must find the cure to my dark subconscious To my dark memories about all hatred upon the dead ? The world's gone In my mind the horror lives Death from the past time ? He must find the cure to my dark subconscious To my dark memories about all hatred upon the dead Winds of Funeral Nightsky, death awaits I fall to die, wings of funeral The curse of the old cemetery That goes on, watch your hold curse of death Satan've been tortureing my soul Sorcery. I wish to die Winds of death, winds of funeral The curse of the old cemetary A magic so pure, winds of funeral curse of death Satan've been eating, tortureing my soul F
