Wall Of Voices

A deep and dreamless sleep unite… This Fragile heart and sacrifice… To cut the
throat in praise of sin… A bastard lie begets the end… There is no life but
that death allows… There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms… It takes
us all both young and old… A wall of voices seething cold… Shapeless forms
scurry amongst shadows entwined… Bearers of anguish exist within this desolate
heart… Breathing within its walls, I hear them faintly moaning… A choir of all
faith departed….infernally droning… The language of the dead, the ones whom the
light has forsaken… Abandoned in tenebrous dream, never to awaken… A fleeting
glimpse of hell, before I drown below… In darkest waves of ebony, death is all I
know…