Funeral - Under Ebony Shades
Abased by my grief,
The troubled mind i bear,
Drags me down the abyss of
Endless loneliness.
Enlight the reek in which you dwell.
You re the weak your soul has fell.
-hear the prayer of a lost soul.
Even though the greatest of my wishes
Is being stoic, god has made me
One of many stooges.
Trusting only thou
Who is alike myself.
I merge with the darkness
That embraces me for who i am.
Emaciated by their faulter moves,
They hide under the cloak of blasphemy.
Desperately yearning for love,
Finding only misery avount
Now i loath the presence of god,
Whom i had such trust in.
Only to be abandoned,
My hardest of times.
Pierce the mind see what is not.
Try to sense the spirit rot.
Letras Funeral