Maze Of Torment Battle Of The Dead
As the moon is falling
The moon rides the sky
Clouds are gathering together
And hides in the light for souls
Creation of death awaiting the night
Hunting the mortals
Into the battleof the dead
The grim reaper moves among us
The black bird follow his path
Nothing stays the same
Death is apart of you
Will they ever feel the pain
Will they ever see the moon