Torn Black - The Realms Of Death

Elven fortress. rigor mortis
Slowly drawn to sleep
Wait until the reaper comes
Wait till eternity

Realms that lead into abyss
Hidden and shrouded in the mist
One look in the reapers veil
Bones exposed, white and pale

Down into the realms of death
Hear the silent shadow screams
Feel the cold mourns winter breath
You slaughter in your dreams

Chaos bloodshed, on my deathbed
To my black misery
My life is up, my time has come
My soul is burning in fire