Indoctrination Of Human Sorrow — Lord Belial

Silent winds carry my cries in the dark night Black horizons lurks beyond mist and shadow Sorrow and despair slowly spread its demise Nothing is certain but painful death

As night closes in, suffering will follow Surrounded by whispering mist and shadows Grasping for a meaning of this excruciating life Life is nothing but a tool of inner torment

Silent winds carry my cries in the dark night Black horizons lurks beyond mist and shadow

As dark as the night so is my mind My withering soul slithers within

Now it’s time to die