masquerade - Sequence Pulse

The blood red sun peaks above the clouded sky A mid summer cry The moon leaves nightmares and not dreams A mid summer's scream Through the fallen leaves of Octo

Smell the stench of your own death Your skin falls off There's nothing left Demented Doctor Scalpel in hands Removes the organs, removes the glands Evil experim

Hidden within my darkest sin the dead can hear my darkest fear The murder remembered so plain in my head Back from the grave in my thoughts you are dead The mur