Darkane - The Perverted Beast


Cries echo in the halls of dread 
Left in the shadows of lonliness 
The cold walls of madness 
Staring at you with eyes of retaliation 
Looking back, at memories forgotten 
Feel the anguish return 
A forsaken place without opportunities 

Unlock the gate to passionate pain 
A wound that nourish the evil inside 
Believe the illustrator of the perverse 
Obey the outer rage of depravity 

Brought back from hell 
The taste of life reborn 

Looking back at memories forgotten 
Feel the anguish return 
A forsaken place without opportunities 

Savage spirits haunting my half done soul 
Angry at the awkward place 
Where they have been left 
A statue carved from explorers of the dark 
Endure the true suffering in this paradox 

Cries echo in the halls of dread 
Left in the shadows of lonliness 
Believe the illustrator of the perverse 
Obey the outer rage of depravity 

Slipped through the hands of the 
Guardians of the perverted beast 
Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn 
Slipped through the hands of the 
Guardians of the perverted beast

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