Northless The Curse Of Being
Waste in spite of life
Unloving barrier devised
To change all flesh to dust
A celebration of all ruin
Dead set in motion
Waiting for embrace
Learning to bury the present
With all devices in reach
No looking back
Sight has been removed
No crawling back
You cannot reach unbirth
I won't
Let this be my true form
I can't
Align myself with disease
Mankind
A mistake made in time
Our world, entropic husk
Leech our being to the black
Cursing every name
Choosing darkest spires
New path to cold embrace
Betrayed by loving wounds
Open minds decayed
Runes to spell the strain
The weight of all despair
Will bind us to this day
