Unholy (Fields Of The Dead)

Unholy Holocaust A mass suicide among us Convey my crucifix Pleading for release Walk through the fields of the Dead This garden swallowing me Walk through the fields of the Damned Falling down, imprisoning me Staring eyes are piercing Hear the children laughing Twisting wounds that never heal Infesting with a choking fear Nothing here is as it seems Silent screams haunting me Dialysis contorting viens Destroying all that was meant to be