The Passage

This was the passage of life
Surrounded by roses and thorns
This was the passage to light
With crosses as symbols of craftiness

Mourning chants of ghouls, straight from the dark side
I hear the voice of darkness calling my name

Whispering in the ears of the dead, to break the spell of tomb
I rise within the living dead and sing my savior's pray

This was the passage of life
Surrounded by roses and thorns
This was the passage to light
With crosses as symbols of lie

Daylight bows to darkness beyond the depths of sky
The passage failеd to show me the way to divine

Sour tastе sheets of blasphemy covering my soul
I'm standing here all wondering ‘What takes to be reborn’‎