Wall Of Voices & My Harrowed Heart Forsaken

A deep and dreamless sleep unite...This Fragile heart and sacrifice...To cut the throat in praise of sin...A bastard lie begets the end...There is no life but that death allows...There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms...It takes us all both young and old...A wall of voices seething cold...Shapeless forms scurry amongst shadows entwined...Bearers of anguish exist within this desolate heart...Breathing within its walls, I hear them faintly moaning...A choir of all faith departed... infernally droning...The language of the dead, the ones whom the light has forsaken...Abandoned in tenebrous dream, never to awaken...A fleeting glimpse of hell, before I drown below...In darkest waves of ebony, death is all I know...