The Void کے بول

Barbaric impulse, forced me to kill Thoughts of primal mind Bloodlust haze, begins to fade... Reality strikes with numbing impact Room now spinning, fall to my knees... Nausea overwhelming - unconsciousness... into the eternal darkness... A sense of peace - overwhelming... Never do I wish to return, to the land of the consciousness... No form of the cursed light, to blind to my swollen eyes... This curse of immortality, means I shall never rest... Forever I shall walk the earth, closest I can come to death... Distant voices call from the darkness... The voices of many, I cannot find... Running toward them, at a frantic pace... The sound becomes more distant, the closer I come the further they get... Why can't I find them? Voices, the voices call... Voices, the voices call to me... Body slows, exhaustion... Becoming weak, I must sleep...