Triumph of Death

Human - a child of the Earth Still fallowing his rules and laws Demanding, enslaving and using Enthroned himself as a Lord of the Whole Creator of a God of a man Too proud to perceive the realities His constant way to the grave A Fate set up by the c

When you have been down in your grave... Alive Your mind decays and you're the coffin's slave And when at midnight an uncanny bell tolls... Terrible noises, the dark graveyard calls Limbs break through the dirt Decay stinks like hell Dark creatures i