-
I know not, where the smell of sulfur comes from,
but I know it is.
I know not, how the fire found it's way here,
but I know it is here.
I know not, how to get out,
but one thing I know is, I have to get out.
As darkness sneaks into my eyes, I see not.
The road that leads away, it is final.
Here I feel nothing, here I see nothing,
Here, in the land of the dead, where ancestors lie.
- by Will The Terrible |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/07/2008 |
- Skip
- Title: The Land of The Dead
- Artist: Will The Terrible
- Description:
- Date: 10/07/2008
- Tags: land dead
- Report Post
Comments (0 Comments)
No comments available ...