Streams of light in the dark
A light - darker than darkness itself
Petrified with nameless fear

Burning in every nerve
Could this - be an illusion
Is this right?


Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Become the undead

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Born from guilt


To swallow the shame
Am I - feeding the fire
Burning all in it's way

No place to hide
Left out - Defenceless and senseless
Catatonic state of mind


There is no escape
Only extinction


Sick in mind - Sick in heart
A violent new breed

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Carved by flesh


It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Time to sharpen the tools of demise


Consumed by a sickness so vile
This threat knows no name
Acts of violence put on repeat

Creating a violent new breed
Become the undead - How could this be?
Born from guilt in the harbouring safety of this so called life


Sharpen the tools of demise


[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

Sick in mind - Sick in heart

Become the undead
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Born from guilt


Sick in mind - Sick in heart
It's time to sharpen the tools of demise

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Time to sharpen the tools of demise