Lake Of Pain

While the rain is fallinghear his low voice whisperingHis frightful presence makes them cry,he takes your soul where it belongsFear under the light of the mooneverything is hopeless as I've come to seeAs long as the trip goes on,the burning sensation begins to be stronger,you wish you never arrive to the other side,but he'll never stop.While the rain is fallinghear his low voice whisperingHis frightful presence makes them cry,he takes your soul where it belongsFear under the light of the mooneverything is hopeless as I've come to see