Callenish Circle - Witness Your Own Oblivion

Relieve, the realm of the dead & In complete darkness you awaken & Not
knowing where you are & Breathing tastes thin and dry & Your primal fear
begins to stir & Helpless awaiting the reaper to come & Fighting against the
nothingness & A thousand colours surrounding you & Relieve, the realm of the
dead & Tasting blood coming & from under your nails just makes you aware &
All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt & Tasting blood coming
& from under your nails just makes you insane & Being just six feet
underground & Still an escape cannot be done & Heavily breathing your last
breath & Your face expressing it all & Witness your own oblivion now