I Have Walked Through The Valley Of The Death

I Have Feld The Cold Grip Of Death

Being Beckoned Towards The Dark

In The Velley There Is No Light



I Heve Tasted

The Pain And Suffering

Of The Unborn Child

And Desease Ridden Flesh

The Slaughtered And Unwanted

Crying Out In Torment



Their Cries And Anguish Scare My Soul

A Dream Or Is It Death I Do Not Know



I Thaught I Vas Sefe From The Pain

But The Suffering Stil Remains

Put Into A Macabre Life Past

Eternal Molestation Is Where I'm Cast



The Pain And Suffering Of Whitch I Have Felt

Was Not Of The Innocent But Of The Guilty Ones

This Pease Of Horror

And Etarnal Suffering

Built For Reprisal

Against The Vile



I Cant Wait Until I'm Dead