Unholy (Fields Of The Dead)

Unholy Holocaust

A mass suicide

Among us

Convey my crucifix

Pleading for release

Walk through the

Fields of the Dead

This garden swallowing me

Walk through the

Fields of the Damned

Falling down, imprisoning me

Staring eyes are piercing

Hear the children laughing

Twisting wounds

That never heal

Infesting with a choking fear

Nothing here is as it seems

Silent screams haunting me

Dialysis contorting veins

Destroying all that

Was meant to be