Shadowland

Dealing with evil, shaking the reaper's hand,

You sold him your soul, now he

seals your fate.

The poison in your blood soon took all control,

In the realm

of shadows, on the razor's edge you crawl.

The phantom's reflect in your

mirror;

The phantom of whom you were before.

It's not too late, turn back the

wheel,

And avoid this awfull fall.

The phantom's reflect in your mirror;

The

phantom of whom you were before.

It's not too late, time's getting short,

And

hard will be the road.

Black trip in hell through shadowland

Roaming

without aim through shadowland

Now, what's the use in your "search for

freedom",

You'll never be free addicted to the needle.

You enter this world,

the realm of the slaves,

The eternal fall, you dig your own grave.