The Ring (Of Sorrow) - Astarte, Shagrath

Icons, keep the secret of horror

Whispers, reach your fear inside conscious

Horror, rings deadly horizon

Nails Surrounds your body

Into the area of sketched delusions

Orama of my end, which will be eternal

And the smoke of dust will swallow my eyes

Fear to think the moment of my death

Mad along with body shall burry me What matters, is the end

What kills, will soon come

A face will rot my will

A child shall meet me here

Ring of Sorrow

Trapped Inside

Locked in a well

A curse from a child

Hatred from Her Father

A never born child

A spawn on Evil

Damnation Child.

Hatred from Her Father

A never Born child

A spawn on Evil

Damnation Child.

Ring of Sorrow

Trapped Inside

Locked in a well

A curse from a child

Epilogue:

Trapped inside the seven nights

I filter the past, no hope for the future

Gathered fear breaks my loneliness

Erase yourself, again (you) shall break

Down at the bottom of your shame.

System leads first

Numbers called humans

Erase themselves

There is another shame

You play on others game.