Voidless Spiritual Disease

Something evil this way comes,

my grave wait's for me.

So i lay beneath my dreams,

looking for relief.

In all my impressions of who i was.

Regardless Smedrå is near.

I leave all my sorrow,

laying beneath my dreams.

Smedrå

Facing myself in the mirror,

a reflection i cannot stand.

Cutting my wrist with the glass that i hit.

A tornado of souls,

inside my own home.

Here's the axe that I'll grind.

A voidless spiritual disease,

show's it's theet.

Inquisition Punishment

Dead By Dawn: There's No Tomorrow

Behold the pain. Evil roads and dirty skyes are enchanted with Dead By Dawn.
A slize of bread, the last beating of the heart. So we've cryed, suffered and lived among the mortals. Hidding in your shadows, climbing throug your spine and in it's final breath we dissapear leaving no trase but the smell of death.