echoes of terror

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    Anathema'nın ilk demosu olan an iliad of woes'ın dördüncü ve son şarkısı

    Existence, throught a spirit's will
    A force, use the power of evil

    Darkness, visualize
    As light pierces through your yearning eyes

    Rebirth of a lost soul
    Your body, a channel with witch to grow old

    Mephitic, smell of death
    Rancid flesh, of the undead

    Inner screams,
    Useless tears,
    Shattered bones.
    My prayer...
    "Oh Lord...
    Help me die."

    "Please help me die."

    This inner gloom,
    A subterrainean hell.
    A morbid sleep,
    In my stygian world.
    My mind is locked,
    At chains my thoughts.
    I pray for death.
    Euthanasize my soul.

    Sanctify me!

    Epitaph, to mankind
    Engraved, on your mind

    Stigmata, on the flesh.
    Dead images, put to rest.
    0 ... soul forged sin
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