The Rise of Evil

His soul can't bare the hurt Who he is or who he was Examinating the dark and rancid To find the inner driving self He can't bare the pain The inner compass strains Turns to black and from black it dies Bottomless hatred is his thrive With an eerie glow it burns At the darkest hour of night When the living is fast asleep Buried in its grave The ritualgrounds Countless of years in slumber Enter the maze Beyond the path Far up the hill Just above the village Where no one wants to live There is cry in the wind Chanting within the trees Sweet music mezmerize It dances in the maze of Stones He opens his eyes again And even if they are dead Evil has come to life In that cold dreadful still of the night Rivers of madness In a black full-moon night I fall down Passage Zero A blackened heart with an empty soul His fate was cursed as he lost control Desperate he grasp the back Of the thing that moves without legs Like holding a twitching bag And its eyes rolls back Screaming without the world to hear Losing the devilish act The spell is cast and the ritual is done Chained to the other side for centuries to come He opens his eyes again And even if they are dead Evil has come to life In that cold dreadful still of the night Brought out from the shadows Embodying and crawling Crawls out from the shadows I fall down Through the portal of hell An ancient spell Rivers of madness In a black full-moon night Passage Zero A blackened heart with an empty soul His fate was cursed as he lost control He opens his eyes again And even if they are dead Evil has come to life In that cold dreadful still of the night