Sanoja: Cherished. Other. The Forgotten.

No one knew that they are alive
but they exist.
We can't see them, we can't hear them
and we can't feel them
but they are among us.

They are everywhere
and they wait for you
when they come you descry
the smell of death

There is no time to hide
they rip off your, your chest
drink your blood, eat your heart
and put you six feet under

Dead memories gover your mind
the other you is dead
but you hear his voices
in your oh fucking head

You become a forgotten
a face marked by sorrow
nobody will remember you

forever lost, no return
to your human life

forever live in pain
and crying bloody tears

Now you are a forgotten
and it is your turn
to kill the souls