Crematory Netherworlds Of The Mind
Gusts of mocking laughter gush forth
from the rousing fatal shadows
Dim fumes get tangled in my mind
the hounds of grief tears your spine
As the last of my blood
Compounded with my tears
The dwellers in twilight
Enchanted by their prey
As the blackmoon awaits the white
No use resisting
towards the final threshold
No backwards glancing
Obscure glimmering of cold stone
The dark Netherworlds of the mind
Where all faces are different
Shades befogs me with their fatal mists
As the blackmoon awaits the white
No use resisting
towards the final threshold
No backwards glances
On the wings of shredded sanity
Angel of madness takes it course
Flying free towards the far skies
Unleashed from the sad darkened mind...