Like blood my tears flow, sorrow engulfing me
A being that is lost, in ways of arcane lore
Love that i knew, now rots in perverted
Form, that i fed with life, now i'm just...
Restlesss soul doomed to a solless rest the
Pain of being dead, infernal paradise
Charring my swollen eyes
The lake of blood boisl dry, ascending rusty
Steam
Excruciating dream...
.... am i free?
Chant of the ancient ones:
"thy darkened ways incised our grace
We'll bleed you dry!
Writhe in dismay, eternal stay
Now cease to be!"
Lament of the dead:
"thoo were thy own god, now but a dog...
Remain and rot!
Our paternal love, a velvet glove
Condemsthee now!"
A swarm of dead souls, dissect my impure shell
As i bewail, they flay, all skin from my
Corpse, that is dead, in rest, yet i feel
Grief, for the loss, of my old carnal home
Torn in half, cpmsi,ed bu ,monmdness fools
A feast on my cold flesh, fragmented putrid mess
Swallowed till last abscess
The swarm now vanishes, vortex of gods appear
Swiftly it's drawing near
Now i fear!
The scars of old - dissolve, with me
As i, submit - cease, to be.
