Cold Skin - Demiurg

So comes the night

No time for rest or sleep

Barricade the door

Tired and weary with hands so sore

Counting bullets

So many days left in this hell

Days are a haze

Trying to sleep yet getting none

Nights are infernal

It feels like life undone

They crush and pound

Their cold hands on our door

In greater numbers

Than ever before

They storm our bastion

Grasping for our souls

Their cold skin

I feel it in my dreams

A thousand grasping fingers

Choking my dying screams

There’s no escape

Upon this island far

Seeking shelter in rsistance

Just like in my life bfore

The great escape from another life

It stranded me in this secluded hell

If I shall die this freezing night

At least I will do it well