Drained and weak I lay to rest
These years have not been fine to me
Empty rooms and echoing halls

Withering fingers clawing on the walls

Colder

This place is slowly turning colder
Smoulder
From ash to dust, nothing more


No forgiveness can reach me now
I am beyond this world somehow

In the room of waiting and no return
That place where forever is set to burn


Breathing only as an act of spite
Fighting off that final wall of sleep


Colder
This place is slowly turning colder
Smoulder

From ash to dust, nothing more