Signs Of The Swarm Tempting Death
Death, still I beckon thee
Embrace me with your grandeur
This mental cruxifiction leaves me desolate and cursed
Eternally forsaken, profound misery
Tormented by a reality of suffering
Dispossess this agony that binds me
Barely living, constant dread
Withering, awaiting my lonesome end
Years of bleeding sorrow and wasted breath
Clawing the hourglass
For I mourn each day deprived of death
So scorn and forgotten, drowning within a boundless doom
Desolation giving way to dead eyes
Death I beckon thee
Scorn, deprived of my destiny
Cowardice, kneel, grace me with your presence
For each breath I take is an agonizing and grueling lesson
Kiss of death, take me away
For thy touch shall grant me blissful escape
Battered and bruised
And I come for your pure salvation
Tempting your malevolence to free myself of damnation
Silent overseer
Devour me with thy malignant grace
Dispossess this agony that binds me
Barely living, constant dread
Withering, awaiting my lonesome end
An intrinsic peril drowning within his doom
Desolate and cold, guide me to my wretched tomb
Without repentance I falter
Lead me to rot
So my name can be forgot
Mangled and dismantled
Every single breath feeds this vicious cancer
Eternally forsaken
Drowning within this doom
Deprived of my destiny
I dwell within this desolation
Hand of liberation
Free me from this oppression
No longer shall I be ignored