Beneath The Mire

Haunted nights for halcyon days

Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice

Nature's way struck grief in me

And I became a ghost in sickness



Willingly guided into heresy

Beneath the surface, stark emptiness

And you'd pity my conviction

Whereas I thought of myself as a leader



You'd cling to your pleasant hope

It is twisted fascination

While I'd ruin the obstacles into despair

And I'm praising death



Lost love of the heart

In a holocaust scene memory



Decrepit body wearing transparent skin

Inside, the smoke of failure



Wept for solace and submit to faith

In his shadow I'm choking

Yet flourishing



Master



A delusion made me stronger

Yet I'm draped in pale withering flesh

I sacrified more than I had

And left my woes beneath the mire