Staring into black skies, funeral mist fills my eyes
Dementia strangles my soul, skulls I love to behold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
I carry this flesh like a cross, every second takes its toll
With the Dead, I am alive, with you feel so lost and
cold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
Dementia strangles my soul, skulls I love to behold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
I carry this flesh like a cross, every second takes its toll
With the Dead, I am alive, with you feel so lost and
cold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross