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)