Relieve, the realm of the dead / in complete darkness you awaken / not
knowing where you are / breathing tastes thin and dry / your primal fear
begins to stir / helpless awaiting the reaper to come / fighting against the
nothingness / a thousand colours surrounding you / relieve, the realm of the
dead / tasting blood coming / from under your nails just makes you aware /
all the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt / tasting blood coming
/ from under your nails just makes you insane / being just six feet
underground / still an escape cannot be done / heavily breathing your last
breath / your face expressing it all / witness your own oblivion now