The Black

The Black - Before The Dawn

This place like hell where you belong

Nation of leeches kingdom made of thorns

Civil war inside your head is starting to breed

And reform it's own identity

Here you have no name

So death can't find you define you

And hope to be resurrected

Back to life is gone forever

And the black wearing out your soul

Is the black haunting you in echoes

The gaze like death what you behold

Greyscale reflection perfection so cold

Flawless shell of man is starting to break

And leave the inside for demons to take

Here you have no name

So death can't find you define you

And hope to be resurrected

Back to life is gone forever

And the black wearing out your soul

Is the black haunting you in echoes

And the black wearing out your soul

Is the black haunting you in echoes