Anathema - ECHOES OF TERROR lyrics

Existence, throught a spirit's will

A force, use the power of evil

Darkness, visualize

As light pierces through your yearning eyes

Rebirth of a lost soul

Your body, a channel with witch to grow old

Mephitic, smell of death

Rancid flesh, of the undead

Inner screams,

Useless tears,

Shattered bones.

My prayer...

"Oh Lord...

...Help me die."

"Please help me die."

This inner gloom,

A subterrainean hell.

A morbid sleep,

In my stygian world.

My mind is locked,

At chains my thoughts.

I pray for death.

Euthanasize my soul.

Sanctify me!

Epitaph, to mankind

Engraved, on your mind

Stigmata, on the flesh.

Dead images, put to rest.