The Pulze

Beyond your deepest thoughts
he stands
in the darkest memories
he lays
the lust for his embrace
draws you to the abyss
compelled by
your need for death
Blinded by todays morals
silenced by blackened orders
wounded in a battle
with a predefined victor
The hand controls us
The darkness of another world
compels
a crippled soul
The death of the soul is near
arise
the death of the soul is nigh
react
the death of the soul is here
fight
The death of the soul is near
arise
the death of the soul is nigh (kathara)
react (gareth)
the death of the soul is here (kathara)
fight (gareth) TRAVHGMA 4: 50 OK