Circle Of Death

Anytime, anywhere

There are things in the air

From their graves, to your soul

Death, take my hand and let me go

Certain night in the winter frost

Something disturbed my mind

I woke up very scared

I realized that I was blind

So I saw, I was standing

My body was on the floor

A cold hand touched my shoulder

I turned around and it was death

I look around

All of their faces

They just want to

Take me away

Told me the death

Your grave is the hell

And you're dead now

There's nothing to tell

Surrounded by evil spirits

Now I was in hell

Agony - take my soul

Make me that spell

Now I know - I understand

The evil has the power

After all - I follow death

We belong to the dark side!