Nemesis - Celtic Frost

Heaven and shores

Beneath the death of the sun

Suffering at will

Slaves in the cavity of doom

Wastelands without winds

Cries cut through the lies

The heat of the deserts

Heart closes to my throat

Will death cleanse me of this nemesis

I taste the blood and all the pain

In darkened depths

A vision of fear becomes as real

Nursing the dead

No love, life is grief

Dare to escape