The Sixth sense - Ritual carnage

The Reaper’s incarnate, cross my path

Malediction, cursed, mortal wrath

Deadly visions surge, subsequent

Whose the next to die, my sixth sense

Wraiths are menacing, tragedy

Every nerve, every, sensory

Forsaken next step, victims death

Suicidal fall, his last breath

Galloping, the 7 horsemen ride, waging their war within

my mind

Morbid visions, invade my sleep, for death will follow,

yes death it follows me

Pulsating, rapid, eye movement

Whose been choosen to, perish next

Shortest straw you choose, life forfeit

You’re the next to die, my sixth sense