The collection of your fears

It nears the hand of paranoia

It wipes away any hint of light

Mass of Color like a school of Piranha

The terror lights your tired eyes

It is all I feed upon

Now you've been clouded and demonized

Mind and soul now under assault

I have wished you well on Earth

I've worn your senses to the bone

This journey will devour your remains

You will bow towards the dark

And hell shall be your home

Light the fuse and just sit tight

Your exit shall arrive too soon

Mind explosions reveal your plight

All your nightmares are coming true

Thе terror lights your tired eyеs

It is all I feed upon

Now you've been clouded and demonized

Mind and soul now under assault

What kind of war

Controls your head

And spawns a winner

When you know that

Your fate's been decided

And is very near

Be damned by the horde

And the warmth of all

The lovely sinners

Their breath

Has enchanted

The ocean that's

Full of your tears

I have wished you well on Earth

I've worn your senses to the bone

This journey will devour your remains

You will bow towards the dark

And hell shall be your home