Woorden: Saint Vitus. Born Too Late. H.A.A.G..

Look into the void

Beware of the dark



It hypnotised your soul
Prepare to fall

Into the hole

Do you feel the wretched cold
As your mind 's turning all what 's told

Regretting, remembering

The Evil seeds of old




Embraced in your pain and your sorrow
There's no time left to borrow


Falling in a void
If you see a light


And not a darkening swell

Rescue me now

Before I reach Hell



Are you shivering limbs intact

Falling in a bottotmless pit

Do you care where you'll impact

Is there no end to this moronic wit