Curse of The Fallen

For long I have been

Under the dark sky of sins

For long I have dreamed

For human race to extinct

My spirit and the vengeance it holds

The sign of the reaper of souls

All shall burn within the

4 walls of their absurd existence

Endless series of torture and pain

My spirit is lost and I can't escape

Thrust of blood is growing inside

Efforts made to release but

I wish I could hide

This is the possession of the dark

This is the obsession of the dead

Risen to conquer, conquer them all

Rises from the empty grave

This is the possession of the dark

This is the obsession of the dead

Risen to conquer, conquer them all

Rises from the empty grave

Life it seems helpless in this possession

Pieces falling apart right Infront of my vision

Day by day it will pass

Body left, left with scars

Please call a priest, I beg

Leave me, I want to live

Exorcism on the body of the mortal