Echoes of death de Pestilence

Trapped inside my self-capsule
for a journey into an atmosphere
a darkened space i`m floating in
although i am not here
I`m caught, a room, it`s coloured black
the trap i haven`t chosen
i cannot think, my limbs
i cannot move, seems like they`re frozen
Peaceful existence in a world
above earthly life
i`ve been there in this paradise
where all is calm and nice
Walking in the other side
i can`t tell the difference
between day and night
voices i can hear
hidden somewhere, but they`re near
out there in this universe
imaginary world of fantasy
am i dreaming?
but it seems so real to me
Humanity denies death
search for immortality
melancholy desire
can`t become reality
No reason to fear death
we all will meet it anyway
a promised life in hereafter
as we will pass away