Skeletonwitch
The Apothic Gloom
1. The Apothic Gloom
Voices from unknown origins
Listless eyes that stare into the nothingness
Void of any life
Void of life
The vastness of their sorrow is the veil that conceals the light
The apothic gloom is what sparks the flame
And guides us through the night
Like a torch, its illumination is a scar they wear with shame
A face mask of ignorance as we look the other way
The ghosts that walk upon the earth
Marched towards a death that's well deserved
Their filth ridden holocaust will be our golden salvation
In a blaze that ignites the sky
The withered will crumble and realize their life is a lie
The mundane have tied their own noose
Black wings can now fly
Death
Death awaits them graciously
The apothic gloom is what sparks the flame
And guides them to their fate
Like a torch, its illumination is a scar they wear in death
2. Well of Despair
I feel like I'm falling, falling into a well of despair
Bringer of disease, a bringer of vengeance
I feel nothing for, the ghosts that now surround me
Spitting forth the bile that is my hatred
The ghosts of this world, how their screams sound just like whispers
Wailing forth and whimpering on
Surrounded by the light of the killing moon
Forever asleep and never living
It's never ending
I feel like I'm passing, passing into another plane
Victim of disease, a victim of vengeance
I feel nothing for, the ghost that I've become
Swallowing the memory of who I once was
The ghosts of this world, how their screams sound just like whispers
Wailing forth and whimpering on
Surrounded by the light of the killing moon
Forever asleep and never living
It's never ending
Their eyes are nowhere
Their eyes can not be seen
It's like staring into darkness
With a vapid sense of being
Feel the cold as it strangles your throat
They are out there
A frigid knife of ice in the back
They are nowhere
The ghosts of this world, how their screams sound just like whispers
Wailing forth and whimpering on
Surrounded by the light of the killing moon
Forever asleep and never living
It's never ending
3. Black Waters
This broken ground barely holds the weight of me
The foundation has dissolved to sand and mortar
The wretched sun no longer shines down on me
All light has gone from the sky
The cemetery bloom
It rises up from unhallowed ground
A memorial, of past lives I've lived
Representation of struggle
I could have drowned, but here I stand
Rising above black waters
I feel cold hands around my throat
Forcing me ever under
But here I rise
Like the cemetery bloom
A beauty in a dark place
I now see my true face
I watched as the fissures formed
Splinters in the unbreakable sky
And as the pieces fell to earth
I knew my foundation of existence was lost
A ghostly road where we hear nothing but the whispers through the trees
This is the day when the world shattered
Now I barely speak, now I barely sleep
Trapped inside me is a tragic outcome
This is now a hollowed version of me
4. Red Death, White Light
Rejecting the law as a thing of no use
Under the gospel of the white light
Stare into the face, stare into the eyes
The red death awaits you
Fall into the depths
The red death awaits you
And crawls inside the mind
Under the gospel of the white light
This web you've spun
Oh how its silken web cloaks you
Trapped inside the darkness, always searching for a means to an end
To be reborn (red death)
Rise from the ashes, into a world unknown (white light)
You are the wolf and they are the sheep
Rip their flesh from bone
Tear their soul from within
Feast on their carcass
The putrid scent of death fills the air
Let it guide you
Let it feed your hunger for, a life anew
Now open the door
This web you've spun
Oh how its silken web cloaks you
Trapped inside the darkness, always searching for a means to an end
To be reborn (red death)
Rise from the ashes, into a world unknown (white light)
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