The Terminal Breath

(álbum: In Becoming A Ghost - 2017)

I court eradication
For its most perfect rest
I covet decay
This life I dispossess
Bring forth a thousandth winter
To bring the thousandth death
Consumed by darkness
So gasp a terminal breath

I became something I couldn't recognize
And with my strength rendered impotent
By a venom coursing through my veins
Frantically I drown under the weight of a fool's crown

I summon you to this realm of despair
No comfort of light
I call upon oblivion
Trapped within the cold grip of night
Obsessed with emptiness
The eminent pain delivered in unfamiliar forms
The spirit crumbles
Torn and strained under its own rusted might

I became something I couldn't recognize
And with my strength rendered impotent
By a venom coursing through my veins
Frantically I drown under the weight of a fool's crown

Oh deceiver, you have me
How you crush me I can't see
As I lay in your arms
Whisper to me that I'm safe from harm

Bereft of fervor
I renounce this mortal coil
Bury the remains upon a fruitless soil
A dispatch of fate; the poison in my veins
Fixing nature's aberration; life, the hideous stain
I decay
I fade away

I court eradication
For its most perfect rest
I covet decay
This life I dispossess
Bring forth a thousandth winter
To bring the thousandth death
Consumed by darkness
So gasp a terminal breath