Considered Dead

Will I die or survive From this hell made of ice? It's up to this mountain to decide What will happen to my life The more I climb The freezing ice Intensifies And paralyze me A dreadful avalanche Behind me Enslaved to this mountain I shall be Amputat

Normal Children's birth, some could be painful at times As the newborn rise, slowly all the pain will die While life grows inside, joy and fear dwells in my mind Everything went fine, until I got some weird pain inside of me Unable to eat, vomit endl

Have you ever thought Where your soul will be When you'll lie to rot Die physically Being so fascinated By those mysteries I've began some weird Out of my body I saw a light In front of me It blinked my eyes Invited me in Forever will shine This trem

Back in the fourteenth century When the world was plagued by horrid diseases Discovered lifeless bodies were buried Knowing very little about true symptoms of death Those who stiffen in the stage of morbidity Were then considered dead Autopsies were