Dies Irae. Horde Of Angry Deamons. Zeneszám

The shadows crawling all over your body
Making un-understandable signs
You know that they wish
To say something to you
But your hermetically closed mind

Let's in only rational
The great unknown
Like a venom, leaks through
Into your veins
In very short time the less of your suffers
Will be un-immaginable pain

How easy it is break you
Resistance will make you
And who knows where
The dead line is lair

Between what's real and the dream
All the mares hide in dark
Places of human mind

Like a horde of angry demons
Arms of darkness and merciless
Conquering the last of mind bastions
Your ruin out of time
You run out of strength