מילים לשיר Echoes Of Terror – Anathema

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 Rancid flesh, of the undead
Mephitic, smell of death Inner screams,
Useless tears,
Shattered bones.
.Help me die."
My prayer. "Oh Lord. "Please help me die."
A subterrainean hell.
This inner gloom,
A morbid sleep,
In my stygian world.
My mind is locked,
I pray for death.
Euthanasize my soul.
At chains my thoughts. Sanctify me!
Engraved, on your mind Stigmata, on the flesh.
Epitaph, to mankind
Dead images, put to rest.