Words - mechanical moth - the sad machina

Frostbound

listen to the bound souls

walking with them on frosted ground
of your soul so hardly bound
chains of ice inside your mind
it´s a path you follow blind

hell is here
Frostbound
hell inside
on frosted ground

hell is here
Frostbound
dance with lost souls
on frozen ground

a perished world
we live inside
all is lost
no place to hide

come with us
the screaming souls
lost and forgotten
on frozen ground

life´s a
prelude to death
in the end
nothing is left

cold ice on my skin
like a sting so deep within
cannot flee and hide
damage me inside

cannot flee
they´re all around
and in my head
I hear their sound