Rider On The Bonez - Diabolical Masquerade

Terror reaching for me when I am dead

It preaching be fault, match you in love rider on the bones

With fission got the snake on deep

Parable fate, to die under ruin, we go wherever you down

Pierced by grey ophidian wall

Dab my heart;

break within worried and worried again

Horror;

five sadness goal up

The serial pain maybe to rise it trapped this cult of evil

«God?

Is it truly you, God?

Is it truly you?»

«Do I look like God to you?»

Its back to fight to terror, life is wrapper of time

To pored your ground Zolath beyond lie life

The chill your rotting kingdom as rising from the elm

Travel far to world above the sure love