The Howling Void - Mollusk dalszöveg

Gaping fissures in the landscape yawn around me 
Stones crumble to dust and fall to the depths 
Nothing is familiar here, but always the same as before 
The shell crumbles around me into the soil and sand 
I am envenomed by the salt of the earth 
Nothing is comfortable here, but always the same as before 
Fragments of a brittle carapace 
Fingernails, hair, and ash-buried bones