Slave
Tor Oddmund Suhrke, Einar Solberg
In my room
Where I lay
Demons tend to rise
Make your move
End it all
Cloud of dust
Caught in storm
You lie there silent
Justified
In the dark
With no worthy eyes
Shed a light
On your slave
Reveal them now to us all
Scent of fear
Reaching far
Cold-blooded tease
Shades
Overtaking me
Craving for release
Let us know
Where demons are