THROUGH THE STORM THAT DOES NOT ABATE
BLEEDING ONWARD, LED BY SULLEN WRAITHS
DARKNESS SHATTERS ME TOWARDS THE DEAD
SWINGING NOOSE ABOVE MY HEAD
ANDAWAITS..
UNDERNEATH MY CRIPPLED SKIN
BLEEDS THE WOUNDS THAT CANT BE HEALED
THE TIME HAS COME OF THE GREATEST FALL
LET ME PRAISE THY DARKEST HOLE
WRATH! STORM DOES NOTABATE
BORN OUT FROM MY RUIN, DESOLATE
DARKNESS SHATTERS ME TOWARDS THE DEAD
KEEPS ME GANGED ’BOVE THE BEASTS I’VE FEED
AND NOW AWAITS..
HEAR THE VULTURES THREAT FROM THE DARK
AS IF A KNIFES SLOWLY PLUNGING THROUGH MY HEART
I’VE REACHED MY END, THE GREATEST FALL
THAT NOONSE EVER REACHED BEFORE |
