My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement
"I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"
With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul

Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes

This is the coldest hell...


So now I experience a void I know so well
A song of emptiness are fed again

Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity
I am alive but yet so dead


So $#&@ing dead...

Written in blood over a wasteland of bones

Reflected upon a frozen horizon
Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation
With a whiff of desecration and hate


So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground
And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile

Stab these thorns deeper into my heart
And free me from these depressive thoughts


Cleanse me...

Ah...


This is the coldest hell...