Exhausted

[ theme : N.T.] Consumed with hatred I'm looking to the west Where shadows are gathering In their twilight dance Dance of death, music of dark skies To the west, where the Eye beckons me [theme : N.T.] Consumed with hatred I'm looking to the west As the bloody sun is setting In the mountains Sounds of death, music of dark skies To the west, where the Eye beckons me God, forgive my sick free spirit