Falling in the Mouth of the Devil - Conjonctive

Lights are off

Discover the nothingness

Of this sad place

Pathetic

Music of life

Around me, calamity

Demons take control

Monsters eat monsters

Limits are reached

The future is written

Bittersweet savor

Is running

Through my throat

Empty and tragic

Falling in the mouth of the devil

Empty and tragic

FURY

The sickness follows its path

No barriers, no obstacles

Pain is rough as a rock

Pain is rough as a rock

The storm’s wrath

Brings down on us