Demiurg - Cold Skin

Текст песни

So comes the night
No time for rest or sleep
Barricade the door
Tired and weary with hands so sore
Counting bullets
So many days left in this hell
Days are a haze
Trying to sleep yet getting none
Nights are infernal
It feels like life undone
They crush and pound
Their cold hands on our door
In greater numbers
Than ever before
They storm our bastion
Grasping for our souls
Their cold skin
I feel it in my dreams
A thousand grasping fingers
Choking my dying screams
There’s no escape
Upon this island far
Seeking shelter in rsistance
Just like in my life bfore
The great escape from another life
It stranded me in this secluded hell
If I shall die this freezing night
At least I will do it well