Nightmare Seeker (The Little Red House)

As I walk through the sodden killing fields A million souls interred beneath my heals The darkest sights… no, they can't be unseen Burn the eyes, crush the heart, and scar the psyche This black reward This crimson burden I am the morbid witness A scholar of aberrance The one who never forgets I can never forget Exhume the graves and grind the bones to dust Salt the earth and satisfy the lust The archeology of genocide Reconstructed, cataloged, and canonized This grim vocation These fearsome wages I am the nightmare seeker A student of violent teachers The one who never forgets I can never forget The ghost of zyklon hangs in the air… extermination Can you smell the sarin on the wind? War is coming to take us again This black reward This crimson burden I am the morbid witness A scholar of aberrance The one who never forgets I can never forget War is coming to take us again