Gothminister - Horrorshow

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 Horrorshow Horrorshow