Stortregn

Lurked are all the thoughts Compassion is lost The balance between boredom and sadness is dazed Between the shadow and the soul Entity is far away Under the great light of Erebus Emptiness is supreme Your grotesque guise is undeniable Between the sha

I have seen the stone, Used to mark your final resting place I have smelt the stench, Of the ground in which you remain, Chained to life by fear, Your vital organs now turn to sludge Buried, beneath millions years of life Realm of forms is now shatte