Lake of Brine

<p>War inside...spills blood from your veins Voice of your deadly own You fade like the portrait...that's bygone. </p><p>You sip from the chalice of bane Weakness poison your soul The shine in your eyes...burns low. </p><p>Hear my cryin' from outside Don't believe in their lie You should know...it's late and you'll die ... ... in the lake of brine. </p><p>You fall like the autumnal leaf in the garden of pain Broken in your room...lost in vain. </p><p>You should wake up from eternal sleep Hear the noise from bellow Life flows to nowhere... ...and the centuries go. </p><p>Flagelation - the one way of your moaning and grime You should know...it's late and you're dyin'... ... in the lake of brine.</p>