Cerecloth کے بول

Old shadows rise And shroud the world in blackest night In bitter hearts once confined Trapped deep inside Since before the dawn of time Now free to poison mankind Futility It feeds the grasp of lethargy Life slowly comes to a grinding halt Words of sanctity Turned into inanities And faith is naught but dust The reaper's breath A crushing weight upon their chest No reason left to exist Seek comfort in the blade In herds they walk along their way The path towards an early grave A cancerous plague begot Spreads dread and spiritual rot And the stench of cerecloth Thus follow in its wake As man succumbs to its dismal fate A cancerous plague begot Spreads dread and spiritual rot And the stench of cerecloth In this place now resides As all things slowly die inside Silence looms The testament of our demise A barren tomb forever cursed Chalice of doom Poisoning the fountain of life For none shall walk the earth