This is the end, withering spirit
Surge of grief, partisan tranquility
Shattered memories, unbound regrets
All that is flesh, all that was blood
Embrace the coldest journey
Rest now but dream no more
The voice is silent
The gate is shut
As murk covers the skies
Plunging into a lake of despair
In the silence of starless nights
Engulfed, in a sea of nothing
Black waves
Culling the withering flowers
Black waves
Befoul the mortal soil
Black waves
Culling the withering flowers
Black waves
Befoul the mortal soil
Black waves
Culling the withering flowers
Black waves
Befoul the mortal soil
Not blessed by the rays of the sun
Where nothing can grow
Where nothing will change
Here before you stands
He who has torn your flesh
The relentless melancholy sentry
The mastless vessel of suffering
Black waves
Culling the withering flowers
Black waves
Befoul the mortal soil
Black waves
Culling the withering flowers
Black waves
Befoul the mortal soil
Black waves
Culling the withering flowers
Black waves
All that is flesh must die
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