Soul Purge

Ill kind, barren soul Enshrined in merit scorn Infernal breed awaiting no relief Soul purge Bedeviled since the beginning Virtue ceases to exist Crescent hurt was imminent Naught is left but agony Nimic ramas doar scrum Descend me, erase my voice Marching down this path, embracing the void Enslaved in plains of silence Only in death man will rest