Darkane - The Perverted Beast Lyrics
Cries echo in the halls of dreadLeft in the shadows of lonlinessThe cold walls of madnessStaring at you with eyes of retaliationLooking back, at memories forgottenFeel the anguish returnA forsaken place without opportunitiesUnlock the gate to passionate painA wound that nourish the evil insideBelieve the illustrator of the perverseObey the outer rage of depravityBrought back from hellThe taste of life rebornLooking back at memories forgottenFeel the anguish returnA forsaken place without opportunitiesSavage spirits haunting my half done soulAngry at the awkward placeWhere they have been leftA statue carved from explorers of the darkEndure the true suffering in this paradoxCries echo in the halls of dreadLeft in the shadows of lonlinessBelieve the illustrator of the perverseObey the outer rage of depravitySlipped through the hands of theGuardians of the perverted beastBrought back from hell, the taste of life rebornSlipped through the hands of theGuardians of the perverted beast
