The Prison
Calling out in his head, dreams echo the insanity,
Showing him of the horrors, the world they left behind.
Cold and dark, this place demands that they comply,
This prison cracks it's whip, broken many a mind before.
Weakened and numb, broken bodies do struggle to stand,
Castrated by the prison guards, forced down by the dark.
Cold stale air, stagnant it lies around their chests,
Never should they face this, but yet they remain in chain.
This prison it holds them,
Icy grasp upon their minds,
Depleting heart and soul,
Playing oppressive role,
Death Tower Dungeon,
They'll rot in this hole.
This forceful compression, holding down their tired will,
Troubled sleep, nightmare realities, not gone when awake.
Oppression playing their plight, in sight, in dark, in mind,
Driving the Brothers' to the brink, hope becomes dim.
Mind goes into meltdown, stuttering, shaking shells,
Formerly men of stature, reduced to shivering wrecks.
These two unknowing of the darkness inside themselves,
The only thing preventing them from slipping into death.
This prison it holds them,
Icy grasp upon their minds,
Depleting heart and soul,
Playing oppressive role,
Death Tower Dungeon,
They'll rot in this hole.
Deep down, deep down,
There's something awakening,
Something that stirs in them,
Deep down, deep down,
There's something dark growing,
As yet still unknowing.
Out of mind...
Inner strength...
Growing fast...
Dark will rise...
This prison it holds them,
Icy grasp upon their minds,
Depleting heart and soul,
Playing oppressive role,
Death Tower Dungeon,
They'll rot in this hole.
Showing him of the horrors, the world they left behind.
Cold and dark, this place demands that they comply,
This prison cracks it's whip, broken many a mind before.
Weakened and numb, broken bodies do struggle to stand,
Castrated by the prison guards, forced down by the dark.
Cold stale air, stagnant it lies around their chests,
Never should they face this, but yet they remain in chain.
This prison it holds them,
Icy grasp upon their minds,
Depleting heart and soul,
Playing oppressive role,
Death Tower Dungeon,
They'll rot in this hole.
This forceful compression, holding down their tired will,
Troubled sleep, nightmare realities, not gone when awake.
Oppression playing their plight, in sight, in dark, in mind,
Driving the Brothers' to the brink, hope becomes dim.
Mind goes into meltdown, stuttering, shaking shells,
Formerly men of stature, reduced to shivering wrecks.
These two unknowing of the darkness inside themselves,
The only thing preventing them from slipping into death.
This prison it holds them,
Icy grasp upon their minds,
Depleting heart and soul,
Playing oppressive role,
Death Tower Dungeon,
They'll rot in this hole.
Deep down, deep down,
There's something awakening,
Something that stirs in them,
Deep down, deep down,
There's something dark growing,
As yet still unknowing.
Out of mind...
Inner strength...
Growing fast...
Dark will rise...
This prison it holds them,
Icy grasp upon their minds,
Depleting heart and soul,
Playing oppressive role,
Death Tower Dungeon,
They'll rot in this hole.