Horrorshow - Gothminister

Oblivious, forlorn

I am back in this hole

Rotten, dead and freezing cold

I’m a caged rat, I’m playing my role

Through the fires of Hell

In pure darkness we’ll dwell

If we don’t take them all

Then our own kind will fall, it’s

Not easy to breathe

In a glimpse I can see

What is waiting for me

When the wicked one screams:

It’s a horror show

It’s gonna drain your soul

There is a horror show

Wherever you go

It’s gonna rip your soul

And break your bones

I am on my way

The purgatory waIt’s

My time is running out

The stench of death leaves no doubt

Through the fires of Hell

In pure darkness we’ll dwell

If we don’t take them all

Then our own kind will fall, it’s

Not easy to breathe

In a glimpse, I can see

What is waiting for me

When the wicked one screams:

It’s a horror show

It’s gonna drain your soul

There is a horror show

Wherever you go

It’s gonna rip your soul

And break your bones

Tonight the havoc starts

The earth shakes, we’re all terrified

If God had had a plan for us he wouldn’t have left us here to rot

Tonight it all begins

Life will lose, and death will win

But some of us can’t agree with the curse of God and his demon seed

So we will deny them the joy of

As the ungodly creatures we are Horrorshow

It’s gonna drain your soul

There is a horror show

Wherever you go

It’s gonna rip your soul

And break your bones

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