To hear the screams
Of prolific agony
It condemns the respite I seek
I’ve just become so damn sick
Of this crushing weight
(With hazel in hand
I conjure the king
With courage in command
Voice of roar
Silver touches skin)
Willingly
I’ll breathe in
The sulfuric haze
To resurrect
Just grant me the sense
To hear through the sheets of cold
Recompense
With the end
I can't tear myself away from the fog
Catatonic, existing near death
I live closе to decay
The grimoires tеll of possibility
Appearing in the distance
The pale sight of hell upon steed
Shadows looming far from the eye
Obscured to me, but so familiar
I remain sure
Of prolific agony
It condemns the respite I seek
I’ve just become so damn sick
Of this crushing weight
(With hazel in hand
I conjure the king
With courage in command
Voice of roar
Silver touches skin)
Willingly
I’ll breathe in
The sulfuric haze
To resurrect
Just grant me the sense
To hear through the sheets of cold
Recompense
With the end
I can't tear myself away from the fog
Catatonic, existing near death
I live closе to decay
The grimoires tеll of possibility
Appearing in the distance
The pale sight of hell upon steed
Shadows looming far from the eye
Obscured to me, but so familiar
I remain sure
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