I running from church There burn my conscience I'm out of breath And suffocate with fear I exile in my own soul All my hopes are bury under dust I step alone the sacricase Who don't leads nowhere Pictures on the wall I see the first time Tired to death hidden windows count And cups on the table Are full of blood Lead: HIRE In the big mirror I see death Closing my eyes but see her always Morbid ideas, brain putrefecation Tears and blood pursuer me in dreams Cursed life Who want to lived ? Who give me my dream Who empty blood to my veins ? Death is at heals In the morbid dreams In every I see Only blood and tears Death is at heals In the morbid dreams In every I see Only blood and tears