Tools Of Demise — This Ending

Streams of light in the dark A light - darker than darkness itself Petrified with nameless fear Burning in every nerve Could this - be an illusion Is this right?

Sick in mind - Sick in heart Become the undead Sick in mind - Sick in heart Born from guilt

To swallow the shame Am I - feeding the fire Burning all in it's way No place to hide Left out - Defenceless and senseless Catatonic state of mind

There is no escape Only extinction

Sick in mind - Sick in heart A violent new breed Sick in mind - Sick in heart Carved by flesh

It's time to sharpen the tools of demise Time to sharpen the tools of demise

Consumed by a sickness so vile This threat knows no name Acts of violence put on repeat Creating a violent new breed Become the undead - How could this be? Born from guilt in the harbouring safety of this so called life

Sharpen the tools of demise

Solo: L. Nirbrant

Sick in mind - Sick in heart Become the undead Sick in mind - Sick in heart Born from guilt

Sick in mind - Sick in heart It's time to sharpen the tools of demise Sick in mind - Sick in heart Time to sharpen the tools of demise