Seven Centuries

I was cursed immortal Seven Centuries ago My evil conscience inhabits this wasteland inside my mind The years of terror and darkness Immobility and dead silence have made me the image of nightmares Not mortal but still dead inside Seven centuries Seven centuries Seven centuries Seven centuries Still roaming this hell in my head The abscence of life I once felt Ghostly screams remind me of the mistakes i made on my journey of life This guilt and hatred i carry I shall carry into my grave Oh when will the pleasure of dying be granted upon me Seven centuries Seven centuries Seven centuries Seven centuries