WRATHAGE: Hic sunt diabolos (There are devils here)

Hic sunt diabolos

There are devils here

Beneath the cities
Built on forgotten graves

To where our sevage’s drained
The where rats find shades

You fear?
There are devils there

Won’t stand left behind
Thus walk amidst us
Must be
No wonder it’s hard to sleep

As soon as i fall
I will be forlorn

But can i lay dead

As the voice of silent turned louder
And again with you
For we can’t sleep

There are devils here