Testo Desolate Woods Of Belial
The doors to all eternity have been locked.
But our souls will not be given to the angels and not to the demons.
In the hands of nothingness they burn and remain desolate.
No dreams are for the sleeping who await to dream.
Discover reality all alone, just to make yourself
Wish you'd pull the trigger to end all days.
And only the days bring relief from the pain.