Nightmare Seeker (The Little Red House)

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.