Shrouded in scorn, cast aside & forlorn

Through the vermin & bile you will find what you seek

Insanity stretches in silence

This land lies abandoned of any previous likeness, the cycle repeats

Asphyxiated by the hiss of the serpent, the cold voice calls to me, I am the lord of these vermin

I am pestilence

I am disease

The price of eminence, it seems everything will pay for this flaw I do not believe in the end Maybe I will finally see what lies beyond

A place where I can feel the void clear my head

But this is nothing like what we imagined, this is a land of the dead

Maybe we have always been wrong “Did our lives actually happen? "Is my sanity gone?" "Did anything ever exist in the first place?" "

Is life its own mistake?” My nightmares beckon me as we lay to sleep, at the end of days slowly starting to weep

There is no end, no point to define a halt in time

What exists begins to slowly fade; reverse to before it began to die

New life cannot bloom in these fields of death, embrace the sweet breath of annihilation. From the heart of the beast spawns forth a return to darkness

Revoking the gift of life from which the unknown gave us

I'll watch the light leave your eyes, the shrill scream marks the end of all life

Give into the darkness, give into the blight