Paroles de Purging Fog

Lost in an endless forest Black walls of wood surround my feeble self Antagonised by that which does not feel I am brought to my knees by its prescence The clouds of ages gather around me Suffocating me with my own desire A moon of ice bears witness To this slaying of a pathetic soul Damned to walk shrouded in black Amongst the walls of hating wood My newfound love for hate Now fills the void within me As I bathe in the blood of my former self I am born anew With their hunger sated once again The dead hills will forever stand tall