Ways of Death - Attomica

Walking on a broken glass of one's tortured soul These shadows tell me of a pale forgotten age Exploring new horizons of exhaustion I lip my tongue lip with ble

Ravens flew and all colors disappeared Darkness emeged from the bleakness Of this mortal world what a disgusting place A step closer to the pits of hell You lif

Look at the knife what do you see Death Is coming to you You can run but you can't hide There's nothing to do The maniac is hanging around Looking for your bloo