Interpret:

Annihilator

Album:

Criteria For a Black Widow

I'm dreaming of the lights, coming from behind
The clouded's getting clearer
It's closer all the time
Darker, taller, bigger
All blackness under wing
Reaping holy profits from the fear 
Of absolutely nothing
Bloodbath - no one here will miss
The stench of your abyss
Bloodbath - the blood is never yours
Whores, your followers


I hear the people coming
I hear them down the hall, hell
They're banging at my door
What do they got to sell
Everything moves slowly 
I feel trapped and powerless


My body weighs a thousand pounds 
And I cannot confess
The door is crashing open 
It's ripping from the wall
No matter what I do 
I seem to do nothing at all
The ligths are getting brighter 
And they won't go away
The voice is getting louder 
And there's no need to pray
I think the world is stumbling
I think I feel it shake
There's something in the room
But there's nothing left to break
The blackness getting bigger 
Than the serpent's universe
Ruthless angels lie and steal 
And spread the catholic curse