Relieve, the realm of the dead In complete darkness you awaken Not
knowing where you are Breathing tastes thin and dry Your primal fear
begins to stir Helpless awaiting the reaper to come Fighting against the
nothingness A thousand colours surrounding you Relieve, the realm of the
dead Tasting blood coming from under your nails just makes you aware
All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt Tasting blood coming
from under your nails just makes you insane Being just six feet
underground Still an escape cannot be done Heavily breathing your last
breath Your face expressing it all Witness your own oblivion now