Dark - that's all what's in me
and somewhere deep inside there's my heart
I can't, I really can't find it
in this darkness - I'm afraid it's too hard
the cold wind is blowing somewhere in
drying the tears which were born in pain
I've eaten the sun to light my interior
but its heat makes me go insane
my ears seem to be two gates
crumbling down under hits of the voice
which wants to heal myself
but it kills me, no there is no choice
I'd like to start screaming
but my pain is quiet
so no one can see that
something's not right
all seems be so good
at the first sight
no one can help me
my soul
has already died
You can't beat the real thing. Weirdly Melodic Death thrash from back in the day, when Death Metal wasn't subdivided and splintered into a hundred subgenres and all that mattered was brutality. funkhundd