a day in the grey and the gates now open
decending view on an unmarked trail
behind an old unnearving schrill
that overtakes the spine, and prepares for the k**
thrash it or trash it...
thrash or be trashed
dead became undead
and the graves are now empty
sounds are bending and Breaking The air
feet on The earth and the Enemy is near
Sounds are bending and Breaking The Air
Live for now and swallow all fears
a maniac reaction with all means to protect
no evidence remains, all
witnesses now dead
monsterous trees shading the darkest of night
scences are vision sight with no light
the brave stood here to fight for their life
the greyest of days
the darkest of nights
thrash it or trash it...
thrash or be trashed
dead became undead
and the graves are now empty
sounds are bending and Breaking The air
feet on The earth and the Enemy is near
Sounds are bending and Breaking The Air
Live for now and swallow all fears
a maniac reaction with all means to protect
no evidence remains,
all witnesses now dead
thrash it or trash it
thrash or be thrashed
dead became undead
and the graves are now empty