This Pain remainds of Doom The roaming is aimless Beeng uncertain is accompanied By loss of a vital power So We make them So We make the monsters Who are the results of our Morbid imaginations The fear, The fear Increases and gets stronger The fear, The fear Its fragile existence Ive lost my Faith Going on my way How stupidit all is a deception... We immortalize a Human Suffering, Suffering By our Deaths You suffer! Suffering! You suffer! Suffering! The Pain prevents from a fascination Pain...
suffering, beeng, stupidit, fear, remainds