The sound of braking bones
Pierceing the air
With demons in my head
Playing death or dare
The thoughts I hear as whispers
And the broken speach
The laugh of Satans sisters
And the prize beyond my reach
I can feel the preasure
That builds inside my vains
Soon it brakes them trough
And the end begins
The sound of dripping blood
And the smell in the air
The first wave of the flood
And your terified stare
