Lyrics
I'm returning from the distant places
I've returned from distant places.
Back into warm arms of home
I'm back in the comforting embrace of home.
Over my village dark cloud of smoke rising
There's a dark cloud of smoke over my village.
Bad feelings inside has grown
Negative emotions inside me have intensified.
Smell of death fills my mouth
The smell of death is in my mouth.
With bittersweet certainty
With a bitter but certain feeling.
Running down the hill fast as a wind
Running down the hill swiftly like the wind.
Blood runs cold in me
There's a chilling feeling in my blood.
I can't stand that fate I will retaliate
I can't accept my fate; I will fight back.
Up there the hangman's eyes
At the gallows, the eyes of the hangman.
Reflecting dark sky
Reflecting a dark sky.
Necrotic limbs are falling down
Necrotic limbs are falling to the burning ground.
To the burning ground
Symbolizing a tragic event.
Stubborn thoughts are creeping in
Unyielding thoughts are entering my mind.
That I'm the only one
Suggesting a feeling of isolation.
Who caused great tragedy
Implying personal responsibility for a great tragedy.
Such evil I have done
Expressing remorse for committing evil deeds.
I can't stand that fate I won't retaliate
I can't accept my fate; I won't passively endure.
Calling on me the Demons of the Past
The haunting presence of past mistakes.
Calling on me they'll never take a rest
These haunting memories won't cease.
Calling on me echoes in the blood
Resounding within the blood, a constant reminder.
Calling on me nowhere I can hide
Feeling trapped with no escape.
False illusions of skinless faces
False perceptions of faceless figures.
Haunting my porcelain mind
Disturbing thoughts infiltrate my mind.
Ripping the heart out of my body
The emotional pain is tearing my heart out.
I feel dead fingers inside
Feeling the grip of death from within.
Recurring voice within my head
A recurring inner voice whispers murderous thoughts.
Whispers of murderous thoughts
The notion of death brings a strange calmness.
Sentence of death brings serenity
Seeking death as the only sought-after relief.
The only thing I have sought
I can't accept my fate; I will resort to violence again.
I can't stand that fate I will kill again
The haunting presence of past mistakes.
Calling on me the Demons of the Past
These haunting memories won't cease.
Calling on me they'll never take a rest
Resounding within the blood, a constant reminder.
Calling on me echoes in the blood
Feeling trapped with no escape.
Calling on me nowhere you can hide
There's no place to hide from these haunting memories.
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