Rottrevore Dismal Fate
Denying your future its all a dismal dream
Twisted reality, the most it ever seems
Unconcious awareness, is the death of all your hopes
Pushing to the limit until the end of the rope
The fate in store is penance convicted for your sins
Annulment of your actions is battle you'll never win
Searching for your fortune unlit the day you die
Always seeking to never profit as every day goes by
When you've found your senses....a tunnel of despair
Severed thoughts of tranquil....will all just rip & tear
Extinction of forgiveness....óour mental scars grow large
The verdict of your sanity....is guilt your are charged
