The Deep Null - Woslom

I can feel the devil breathe

Speaking on a lower voice

He’s trying to leave angels sleeping

To bargain my soul unsaved

I look at his dressing wings of death

Whispering his sweetest plan

He’s torturing my freak mind

Convincing me of the promised land

On deep null I’m in

On deep null

My shoulder weights myself

My leaden thoughts annoy my mind

The mirror shows to me

What I couldn’t see or loudly hear

Ravens flying over my head

That voice becomes much more distinct

Now it’s clear where I’m going on

My lord has compassion of me

On deep null I’m in

On deep null

I don’t have any reason, leave me here

My deal was the payment in tears

The evil raped and prostrated my soul

My scream, my supplication, they are to low

My last breath, the remainder of me

The last change was consumed by my fear

I hear voices, I hear whispers, hear the black

I hear the razor gash stronger over my neck