Diabolical Masquerade

Terror reaching for me when I am dead
It preaching be fault, match you in love rider on the bones
With fission got the snake on deep
Parable fate, to die under ruin, we go wherever you down
Pierced by grey ophidian wall
Dab my heart; break within worried and worried again
Horror; five sadness goal up
The serial pain maybe to rise it trapped this cult of evil