Walking Slowly...

Blood In Mouth...

Fly Across Time...

Heading South To Misery And Numbing Pain...

Across The Graves Of Dead In Vain...

Across The Sea It's All The Rage...

Behind Closed Eyes We're All Afraid...

Fightened By The Dark We See...

The Vision Chill Of What Will Freeze...

Frozen Not Will Make Us Feel...

This Dream Is Something Too Sureal...

This Death In Nightmare Still Is Mine...

To Dance With Darkness So Divine.