Surrounded by blank walls in an empty room
Day after day I choke in sorrow and terror
Pointlessly trying to evade nightmares in my sleep
Pointlessly trying to evade the truth behind it all
Screaming to subdue the chanting voices of the dead
I evoke recollections of my youth revealing more pain
I remember the day when I first saw the grey eye
I remember that day when I walked the devil’s path
Turbid hypnotising water, almost alive, invited me to see…
I heard the shrieks of a child in pain, someone dear to me...
Then I saw a man sinking a knife into my brother’s chest
My father was that man, stabbing like a maniac over and over again
From that day my destiny was to feed the grey eye with blood
From that day I was bound to return to the Devil’s Playground |
