作曲 : Bart Frydrychowicz Reader: Dead Man's Diary on the nightstand will it hold the truth to an unanswered past Thoughts of yesteryears Will they be revealed to the world at last? Wooden floor cracks as I take a step forward A cold breeze in back of my neck A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room Accumulated dust showed by the moonlight Dark cover manuscript reveals its age My hand apporaches and I feel the rage Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life I'll nail you to the beams of red I'll watch you bleed and beg for mercy I'll savor the moment when our eyes will meet Reader: The content feared, the diary I open First page, "To my love, the first and last" A black and white photo from 1912 An image to remember from a forgotten past I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes Confession begins: "My actions are haunting me, I must confess. But I fear brutal punishment for years on end." "The truth will stay with me untill my body rests" Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life I'll nail you to the beams of red I'll burn your flesh, you will be covered with sores I'll feel your pain as you scream for mercy Reader: A dark presence overcomes me Agression starts to roar within my veins The pages turn, without applying torque A blank page appears at the end of the plot The ink starts to appear as I read the words My name inscribed, the time of death appears Scripted to today's date, minutes untill tomorrow An unexplainable fear is experienced I close my eyes, I feel a soul above I look into his eyes His face... ... My face Is staring at me Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life I'll nail you to the beams of red I'll ram a bullet right through your head I'll put an end to the misery
作曲 : Bart Frydrychowicz Reader: Dead Man's Diary on the nightstand will it hold the truth to an unanswered past Thoughts of yesteryears Will they be revealed to the world at last? Wooden floor cracks as I take a step forward A cold breeze in back of my neck A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room Accumulated dust showed by the moonlight Dark cover manuscript reveals its age My hand apporaches and I feel the rage Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life I'll nail you to the beams of red I'll watch you bleed and beg for mercy I'll savor the moment when our eyes will meet Reader: The content feared, the diary I open First page, "To my love, the first and last" A black and white photo from 1912 An image to remember from a forgotten past I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes Confession begins: "My actions are haunting me, I must confess. But I fear brutal punishment for years on end." "The truth will stay with me untill my body rests" Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life I'll nail you to the beams of red I'll burn your flesh, you will be covered with sores I'll feel your pain as you scream for mercy Reader: A dark presence overcomes me Agression starts to roar within my veins The pages turn, without applying torque A blank page appears at the end of the plot The ink starts to appear as I read the words My name inscribed, the time of death appears Scripted to today's date, minutes untill tomorrow An unexplainable fear is experienced I close my eyes, I feel a soul above I look into his eyes His face... ... My face Is staring at me Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life I'll nail you to the beams of red I'll ram a bullet right through your head I'll put an end to the misery
