Pits Of Despair

Traveling the world To cure my disease For years I'm traveling The seven seas The blackened And bleeding sky They tare off my close demise The pain it paled me To the pits of despair Helpless I'll be My own heart I tear My true self spilled out Death is close no doubt Forbidden it is for man to kill a man Because of it I'm god dammed --- Pits Of Despair - Orphaned Land