Mystic Prophecy

I wake up in a nightmare dream
And see the devil is walking in the front of my eyes
With fingers he scroll in the book of dead
And try to steal my breath
I'm your soul, surviver
From the first day you'll burn you be mine
Only the strong will survive
Burn down emotions
I ripp my vains
Deep inside again
To the devil I pray
Deep down on my knees again