Insane memories of that morbid nights Disgusting acts of vultures in disguise Between insanes and genious there's only a thin line Behind his glasses his morbid eyes shined Dr. West fought death - No matter what it cost Reanimate corpses was what he wanted most With fanatic efforts his principles he lost Over heatly humans walking his eyes were frost The Reanimated nature with inhuman cries Screamed in anguish to be reborn to light From the darkness of hell - to the torment of life The supreme terror and supernatural despair Frenaly running we saw our future burn We would never know when the beast would return The studies continued - Some lessons are hard to learn With the epidemic fever our chance would come A chemical reaction - A phisical interaction Life's interception - Death is not the end The studies progression - The short time dead connection Dead by thypoid infection - The dead would bend Even the Epicurist of the horrible Would never dream with such a satanic disaster That Arkhan met Like a repulsive Afrit - From the depths of Eblis That carnivorous devil - Acted for the name of death Six shots at midnight in the pestilent devil Would never bring back his sanity again The scream of the dead would reveal his evil And now I fear his eyes - The collectors of pain For the chase of corpses the vultures went to war And a headless fresh corpse we dared to reborn The war ended - But ours had just begun And from our deepest dreams - The beast would roar Dr. West now is dead but not in my mind The sepulchral legions took away his life Our time is passing we choose to live or to die And life is too short we've got no time Between the earth and sky are much more misteries Than our poor human mind could ever dream To the eternal game we're just pathetic figures We don't know what is real and nothing is what it seems Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com