Prisoners of Death
Chains. Black ones surrounding me,
Holding me as if bound to land,
A witness to a secret, that can't be,
Yet it's truth stands.
They dig deep, deeper than ever before,
As if searching for something,
In this abyss called life, which I adore. ...
Holding me as if bound to land,
A witness to a secret, that can't be,
Yet it's truth stands.
They dig deep, deeper than ever before,
As if searching for something,
In this abyss called life, which I adore. ...