歌词
(Verse 1)
In the heart of a haunted land, where the moonlight casts no shade,
Lies a tale of twisted fate, where hope begins to fade.
A man once full of life and dreams, now caught in a darkened bind,
He feels the creeping, cold embrace, as he’s trapped within his mind.
(Chorus)
Oh, the virus spreads within, a nightmare come to life,
Tearing at his very soul, cutting like a knife.
In the silence of his mind, he battles with his dread,
Trapped inside a living hell, the walking living dead.
(Verse 2)
He feels the fever burning hot, his vision starts to blur,
His thoughts once clear and full of light, now tangled in a slur.
The virus crawls beneath his skin, a curse he can’t outrun,
In his mind, a battle rages fierce, but the war cannot be won.
(Chorus)
Oh, the virus spreads within, a nightmare come to life,
Tearing at his very soul, cutting like a knife.
In the silence of his mind, he battles with his dread,
Trapped inside a living hell, the walking living dead.
(Bridge)
His memories are fading fast, like echoes in the night,
The virus steals his very soul, extinguishing the light.
His hands, they move without his will, his voice no longer his,
The monster grins within his mind, relishing the abyss.
(Bridge)
His memories are fading fast, like echoes in the night,
The virus steals his very soul, extinguishing the light.
His hands, they move without his will, his voice no longer his,
The monster grins within his mind, relishing the abyss.
(Verse 3)
Now he walks among the dead, a puppet on a string,
His eyes are vacant, cold, and dark, yet inside, he can still sing.
The song of sorrow, pain, and loss, a dirge of endless dread,
For he’s alive within the shell, but his humanity is dead.
(Chorus)
Oh, the virus spreads within, a nightmare come to life,
Tearing at his very soul, cutting like a knife.
In the silence of his mind, he battles with his dread,
Trapped inside a living hell, the walking living dead.
(Outro)
So hear this tale, and feel the chill, of a mind that’s lost its way,
A body moving through the dark, where light cannot hold sway.
In the twilight of his life, he stands a wretched soul,
A man who fought the living death, but lost to its control.
The song of sorrow, pain, and loss, a dirge of endless dread,
For he’s alive within the shell, but his humanity is dead.
(Chorus)
Oh, the virus spreads within, a nightmare come to life,
Tearing at his very soul, cutting like a knife.
In the silence of his mind, he battles with his dread,
Trapped inside a living hell, the walking living dead.
(Outro)
So hear this tale, and feel the chill, of a mind that’s lost its way,
A body moving through the dark, where light cannot hold sway.
In the twilight of his life, he stands a wretched soul,
A man who fought the living death, but lost to its control.
A body moving through the dark, where light cannot hold sway.
In the twilight of his life, he stands a wretched soul,
A man who fought the living death, but lost to its control.
