Season Of The Dead / Forbidden Pleasure

SEASON OF THE DEAD
Instrumental


FORBIDDEN PLEASURE

Confusion starts to fade
I lay in a pool of blood
Cold chills under my skin
A sign my life's coming to an end

Cloud of mist
I travel at light speed
The tunnel of life escaping me
Burning grip takes hold as I die

Sulfuric gas collides with acid rain
My body burns
Everlasting pain
A lost soul searching for domain

I beg for mercy
My torture never stops
Endless hemorrhage
Suffering for the sins of life

Forbidden pleasure
The rite to live
A time to die!