Necare Wall Of Voices
A deep and dreamless sleep unite... This Fragile heart and sacrifice... To cut the
throat in praise of sin... A bastard lie begets the end... There is no life but
that death allows... There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms... It takes
us all both young and old... A wall of voices seething cold... Shapeless forms
scurry amongst shadows entwined... Bearers of anguish exist within this desolate
heart... Breathing within its walls, I hear them faintly moaning... A choir of all
faith departed....infernally droning... The language of the dead, the ones whom the
light has forsaken... Abandoned in tenebrous dream, never to awaken... A fleeting
glimpse of hell, before I drown below... In darkest waves of ebony, death is all I
know...
