Anathema - Echoes Of Terror lyrics

Existence, throught a spirit's will A force, use the power of evil Darkness, visualize As light pierces through your yearning eyes Rebirth of a lost soul Your body, a channel with witch to grow old Mephitic, smell of d**h Rancid flesh, of the undead Inner screams, Useless tears, Shattered bones. My prayer... "Oh Lord... ...Help me die." "Please help me die." This inner gloom, A subterrainean hell. A morbid sleep, In my stygian world. My mind is locked, At chains my thoughts. I pray for d**h. Euthanasize my soul. Sanctify me! Epitaph, to mankind Engraved, on your mind Stigmata, on the flesh. Dead images, put to rest.