Chasm (feat. Matt Childers)

Silently
Incantations grow
Gnited by desire
Desperation seeking to engulf the fire
Those constrained
By the burdens they bare
Peaceful movements fill the realm fueled by fear

Sheer violence
Fight or flight
Imaginary preadator
Crawl throughout our minds
None are safe from the land of the shade

Filled
With
Fear
Our
End
Is near

Messengers of false hope leading their flock into everlasting bliss
None are saved from the land of shade
Gather gather

No matter our existence
The fate is the same
No matter our existence
Were bound by the same chain

We belong to the land of forgot
Deities of choirs have rot
Screaming wails satisfying the land
The only thing that survives is the sand

Soil sucks a plethora of seeping waste
Carcass swing of the human race
Scorching flames soften meat to bone
No one ever died from a fairy tale alone

Darkness becomes
A tangible thing
A time a place
We all rot in vain
Our end is near

Weve ended here
Incantations grow
Gnited by desire
Desperation seeking to engulf the fire
Those constrained
By the burdens they bare
Peaceful movements fill the realm fueled by fear