Afterlife Sorrow کے بول

Like blood my tears flow, sorrow engulfing me A being that is lost, in ways of arcane lore Love that i knew, now rots in perverted Form, that i fed with life, now i'm just... Restlesss soul doomed to a solless rest the Pain of being dead, infernal paradise Charring my swollen eyes The lake of blood boisl dry, ascending rusty Steam Excruciating dream... .... am i free? Chant of the ancient ones: "thy darkened ways incised our grace We'll bleed you dry! Writhe in dismay, eternal stay Now cease to be!" Lament of the dead: "thoo were thy own god, now but a dog... Remain and rot! Our paternal love, a velvet glove Condemsthee now!" A swarm of dead souls, dissect my impure shell As i bewail, they flay, all skin from my Corpse, that is dead, in rest, yet i feel Grief, for the loss, of my old carnal home Torn in half, cpmsi,ed bu ,monmdness fools A feast on my cold flesh, fragmented putrid mess Swallowed till last abscess The swarm now vanishes, vortex of gods appear Swiftly it's drawing near Now i fear! The scars of old - dissolve, with me As i, submit - cease, to be.