I saw the world descend beneath a black pall breathing, seething The unanimated now alive in murky, abstract horror Upon the casket, lying in ruin upon its side The writhing abyss obscene in the burning lamp's ghostly light Stretching into infinity; the open lid reveals a view into the depths of internal hell Petrified by visions in this hypnotic interlude For I am the deceased, within the crawling skin and sightless eyes as cold as death Demons silently extract my sanity
The march of a funeral drum, beating So like my blackened heart May the darkness I welcome Enlighten the enigmas of my faith
Solitary figure in the endless cycle of mortality A self-constructed purgatory to languish in for time unknown In this gloom-filled room, the true frailty of life is revealed The spirit disintegrates long before the flesh is lost The concept of eternity crashing down Desperate to the believe in the unreal, for truth is the path of pain
Close the curtains; shed some darkness on The intricate patterns that adorn this spectral carpet Pity me such as I've yearned for, mourners gathered in solemn rite Their misery was always my own
Breathe once again; the passages drone distant and detached I shut my eyes and pine for the funereal essence The presence of death slowly fadesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
