Teksty: Immortal Souls. Reflections Of Doom.

I dream...I'm in the forest at winter night ...
I see...in the ground a lonely grave...
Deceased...body lying in the dark...
It's me...

I wake up at the night in freezing cold.
In my eyes a vision from the dream..
I walk around full of fear....

I fall deep into my mind, into echoing darkness inside.
I balance on narrow string between reason and insanity.
What should I belive? Could this be a prophcy?
My sense still falling away I close my eyes and start to pray...

Reflection of Doom...Blood Red Face of the Moon...Reflection of Doom

...Shadows fade away as a bright light fills my mind...inside...
...Dawn of new winterday releases me from my pain...I'm saved...
...The power within me immortal soul that won't die...I'll survive...

...Belief grows in me Jesus Christ I have seen...He is real...

Fire burns in me with high flames.
Thoughts of death no longer frighten me.
I walk around without fear...

I tried to find the reason from life, somekind of peace of mind.
Now I tear down the lies that have covered my whole life.
Watch me now believe. Consider this as a prophecy.
I am my own lord but up there is the one I pray...

Reflection of Doom...Blood Red Face of Moon...Reflection of Doom