Cages Of Cold Despondency کے بول

The cage is grimly cold yet in the space of purity Hidden in mine forestland desolate Sink thy mind's eye seizing the width Vast fount of time, swallow thine source Drowning in the aeons grasp I recede far into endless fields Alas no present shall indemnify What each moment deprives from yesteryears They darken of the oblivion's dust Fixed to the walls at the reality's bound Beware of entering the dark realm As there the inmost hatred reigns Attachment of life restrained to vanity These chilling halls testify the ravaged soul I summon the old wolves To captivate my affectable sphere The night evokes hunger As the consuming force emerges from the mist The sorrow and wrath intertwined to ill sign Announcing the funeral of hope for the weak I've made me a cell of singular force To haunt with the beloved negative gale