Den of Torments

I am the lord
I am the lord of these wastelands
No one can save me
I roam in shame
A stranger to myself
No one can save me
No
Praise the lord
Demons call and jitters grow
I'd rather die than be alone
Praise the lord
Demons call and jitters grow
Seasons come and seasons go
Never have I felt so low
I'd rather die than be alone
Die alone