Dead Paradigm

Branches of frightening trees, hooks digging into the flesh Your life is gone Terrible sounds of hell, fascinating seekers wanderers. Your smile comes Can You Feel It Can You Feel It Can You Feel It Any body here will comes just to give it Any body here will just to believe it black crows circling above me. snakes crawl out of the holes Demons spikes blood gushes from wounds. the fallen ones creep to me Demons Drink Astronomy of my cold body will stop the time Forgotten fields give rise to darkness from black dust Pray and cry for everyone who can dream and fly every night Say goodbye to everyone who can dream and fly every night Dead paradigm Any body here will comes just to give it Any body here will just to believe it