Compendium के बोल

Born upon the cusp of revelation A consciousness awakened by the dawn A primitive undying fascination Moved the hand that carved into the stone Faces change, thought returns to dust Ashen countenance, holy rust I am compendium Trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors Taught to worship self-destructing flaws Running now, the ravens getting nearer Fighting off the gnashing of the claws This is the weight of heartbreak This is the weight of life A thunder at the temple Silencing endless strife