Feeding the demons

Hearing malicious whispers from no where
Your soul weaken and fear torture your mind
Trying to fight against them
Praying God, searching for help

Sanity is not a refuge
Making your own autopsy
Bleeding to death
Thinking that your blood is infected

Leaving hallowed ground
Waiting for orders
Coming from beyond the graves
You are feeding the demons

As your panic grows, they laugh viciously
You sense them and hateful rage devour your mind
Kill, burn, destroy, are the only wishes
Forgetting spiritual faith