Evil Eyes of Reality

Evil Eyes of Reality

People’s death is very slow
And soon you shall know

I’ve touch death itself
Terrified I realize this is not a dream

With a strange sense of fright
I hear the echoes of death footsteps calling my name

Then I find myself building new cells
Slaving away at enlarging this place I call hell
Dreading the sight of another sunrise

The cries of pain
When I’m beat with cowhide
As blood trickles down my shackled arms

All I see now is a bed of darkness
Everyone must plunge into the eternal depths of hell
Now your soul belongs to me