WARZØNE

Darkness Is encroaching 'bout the beginning of the night With Blackest sins and spirit in this matrix I take Flight And the sight it comes at night deep In the woods amongst the dead Leave the surface The soil to different place ahead Darkness is Encroaching 'bout the beginning of the night With The blackest sins spirit in this matrix I take Flight And the sight it comes at night deep In the woods amongst the dead Leave the surface Of the soil To Different place ahead head into the Fountain I slowly lose my grasp me to see My destination of the past With these wounds I Had to have that kind of focus and the Torment moment put my mind on every time the Brain from start and through the end While I To stay the same from this feeling that You gave me And the moment was The being The other Side Darkness is encroaching 'bout the beginning of the Night With the blackest sins and spirit in this Matrix I take flight And the sight it comes At night deep in the woods amongst the dead Leave surface of to a different place ahead Darkness Is encroaching 'bout the beginning of the night With The blackest sins and spirit in this matrix I Take flight sight it comes at night deep in The woods amongst the dead Leave surface of the Soil To A Different Place ahead