I running from church
There burn my conscience
I'm out of breath
And suffocate with fear
I exile in my own soul
All my hopes are bury under dust

I step alone the sacricase
Who don't leads nowhere
Pictures on the wall
I see the first time
Tired to death
hidden windows count
And cups on the table
Are full of blood

Lead: HIRE

In the big mirror I see death
Closing my eyes but see her always
Morbid ideas, brain putrefecation
Tears and blood pursuer me in dreams

Cursed life
Who want to lived ?
Who give me my dream
Who empty blood to my veins ?
Death is at heals
In the morbid dreams
In every I see
Only blood and tears
Death is at heals
In the morbid dreams
In every I see
Only blood and tears