Denmad

I wonder if it's true what they say

in the books of Job for the dead

rotten flesh, so what's next? Elysium is it there?

Or is it all just a deceit?

am I damned? Will I ever be able to go

back where I came from?

tell me someone is it meant to be so cruel now?

solemn thoughts are misused

at last it falls, the grey curtain for my soul

and I feel that I've been deceived

the light of my life is dim

full of lies that will make me bleed

the last time I cried

for innocence unspoiled

I felt that she had to die

dancing lights in my head driving me insane

don't tell me what I should believe

drawn before me the sins that haunt me

a naughty parade of guilt

it was a boring day like the others

when my body was stripped of my soul

the flesh was sore and the mind was twisted

when they decided that I should pay the toll

as I walk through these forsaken lands

where soulless people are sold

all I have is in my empty hands

and I'm left all alone and cold

I wonder if there's a god or a demon devoid of faith

to tell me what did I do to join the denmad?