Relieve, the realm of the dead (here we go) In complete darkness you awaken Not knowing where you are Breathing tastes thin and dry Your primal fear begins to stir Helpless awaiting the reaper to come Fighting against the nothingness A thousand colours surrounding you Relieve, the realm of the dead (go)
from under your nails just makes you aware All the scratches in the wood from under your nails just makes you insane
In complete darkness you awaken Not knowing where you are Breathing tastes thin and dry Your primal fear begins to stir Helpless awaiting the reaper to come Fighting against the nothingness A thousand colours surrounding you Relieve, the realm of the dead (go)
from under your nails just makes you aware All the scratches in the wood from under your nails just makes you insane (come on)
Being just six feet underground Still an escape cannot be done Heavily breathing your last breath Your face expressing it all Witness your own oblivion now
Witness your own oblivion now
In complete darkness you awaken Not knowing where you are Breathing tastes thin and dry Your primal fear begins to stir Helpless awaiting the reaper to come Fighting against the nothingness A thousand colours surrounding you Relieve, the realm of the dead (go)
from under your nails just makes you aware All the scratches in the wood from under your nails just makes you insane (come on)
Being just six feet underground Still an escape cannot be done Heavily breathing your last breath Your face expressing it all Witness your own oblivion now
Witness your own oblivion now More from Callenish Circle