Demons Of The Past

I'm returning from the distant places Back into warm arms of home Over my village dark cloud of smoke rising Bad feelings inside has grown Smell of death fills my mouth With bittersweet certainty Running down the hill fast as a wind Blood runs cold in me I can't stand that fate I will retaliate Up there the hangman's eyes Reflecting dark sky Necrotic limbs are falling down To the burning ground Stubborn thoughts are creeping in That I'm the only one Who caused great tragedy Such evil I have done I can't stand that fate I won't retaliate Calling on me the Demons of the Past Calling on me they'll never take a rest Calling on me echoes in the blood Calling on me nowhere I can hide False illusions of skinless faces Haunting my porcelain mind Ripping the heart out of my body I feel dead fingers inside Recurring voice within my head Whispers of murderous thoughts Sentence of death brings serenity The only thing I have sought I can't stand that fate I will kill again Calling on me the Demons of the Past Calling on me they'll never take a rest Calling on me echoes in the blood Calling on me nowhere you can hide