Part 3: Thrown To Belial

Gloom

Is all I can see, In this land of immolation infected with insanity

Death bringer come forth, Inject me with necrosis so I see the beyond

Already deformed, Scarred with my attempts to finish me off

Suicidal by default, hope was skinned alive and thrown with in my vault

This journery evolves, into the unknown

The darkest plane, that inhabits an evil

It selects a man, to marytr our sin

He who the lurks the earth, Will feed this evil

When the last grain of sand falls in the hour glass

Torture my thoughts, Indulge in lonliless

Drown me in the blood of my hopelessness

I am nothing more, I am nothing less

Than a corpse reeking of pestillence

Forever trapped inside, This pathetic life

Screaming to the sky: When will I die?

Hopeless and brave, I won't be saved

The kiss of death, Is what I crave

So the voices inside my head, whisper of my gruesome death

The disease inside, keeping me alive

I will never be free, Imprisoned within insanity

Within this hole

My immortal soul

Heading into the void, Venturing through the black

From my mind I escape, Seperating my head

Searching for escape; Ascension from this place

Death holds my life, Death holds my fate

A bleak plead to die, Is all I've become

Cut through the seams, Reality's a dream

I call upon death himself

Escort me to the depths

So this concludes, With my soul in servitude

You've read this through, But you never may know this could be you