Awake and Dead - Andralls

Black clouds are confusing closed eyes

Tell me about your day of tomorrow

A pillow of stone, fire on bed

Inside twilight, true nightwares

And you woke up dead

Reality is bad

Going to nowhere

Wake up from your terrible imagination

Blow against the flames

That give you scars

Like a puppet on an evil scythe

Crawl to hell´s gate

Don´t change your mind

Falling into an abyss

Disgrace reminds of premotition

Victim of the night, demolition

Answers were given, no return

Sorrow, excuses, it doesn´t work

Invaded by infectors in your blood

To kill you slowly

Enigma of an old cursed prophecy

To be discovered

Eternal punishment

To the slavery I give my hands