Order Of The Ebon Hand - The Visitors lyrics

Staring from the blue cold stiffness The visitors are here They draw near like the flashing Of a pallid memory That cannot be disposed of The blood that has painted your hands Guilt, the Erynies They move closer And surround Where are They now? Where are the visitors now? The blue and white of d**h The blood, now black Ever - flowing from slit throats The never - blinking Frozen eyes They appear circle's closing in to remind, force the nature of the Ugly to float again in the surface The Essence of Guilt Comes to life My victims are aware I cannot hide Did you see Them? What have you seen? Please understand this, There is no true option As I draw the razor The Visitors are here!