Moro Moro Land - Madness

Too many signs
Too many thoughts
Infinitely…
There…
Moans, stench and fires

All your dismays
And all your doubts
Will be torturing your mind 
Until you will black out

All prejudices and fears
All prejudices and fears
All your dismays
Like poison [bad word] through your veins 

Close the doors
Before Black Mass
Shadows everywhere
They bring you suffering
They bring you despair.

Close the doors
Before Black Mass
And make things worse
Close the doors
Before Black Mass
Bonfires will leave only bones

All you got are
Mold and rot
On whispering walls
All you got are
Mold and rot
On whispering walls