And Still I Wither Lyrics
"I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soulNothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyesThis is the coldest hell...So now I experience a void I know so wellA song of emptiness are fed againThorns arise with the breeze of cold insanityI am alive but yet so deadSo fucking dead...Written in blood over a wasteland of bonesReflected upon a frozen horizonSinister and terminal this hope of desolationWith a whiff of desecration and hateSo let my burned out mind fall dead to the groundAnd rape my soul with a demoniacal smileStab these thorns deeper into my heartAnd free me from these depressive thoughtsCleanse me...Ah...This is the coldest hell...
Enslavement Of Beauty And Still I Wither
