In My Heart

Nightrage


As we plunged into the inferno of life,
this is the real hell and paradise is only an utopia.

[Chorus]
A debt of honour on the verge of madness, in my heart of hearts.

Hurt and weaken from the swirl of barbarity poor child of sin,
devilish angels, a scornful look, haunted by the past.

[Chorus: x2]


Writer/s: Marios Iliopoulos