The Edge Of Insanity

From The Chronicles of Death

The Edge Of Insanity

From nightmares of a darker place,
the muse is coming in,
scattered rays of moonlight stray,
blood runs cold and thin.

I've seen the lands of bleakest Hell,
a Horseman riding tall.
Midnight haunts the wretched souls
then Satan takes them all.

Prayers for this insane mind,
with silence for the dead.
Bloody souls are walking halls
where evil has been bred.

The foulest stench shall fill the air
as I gaze into the flames.
September graves are at my back,
remember all the names?

As I journey to Perdition,
all stops are filled with death,
torn from humanity
and the foulness of it's breath

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