Relieve, the realm of the dead  
In complete darkness you awaken 
Not knowing where you are 
Breathing tastes thin and dry 
Your primal fear begins to stir 
Helpless awaiting the reaper to come 
Fighting against the nothingness 
A thousand colours surrounding you 
Relieve, the realm of the dead 
Tasting blood coming 
from under your nails just makes you aware  
All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt
Tasting blood coming 
from under your nails just makes you insane 
Being just six feet underground 
Still an escape cannot be done 
Heavily breathing your last breath 
Your face expressing it all 
Witness your own oblivion now