Sunken In Styx - Part II: Descent

Endless march down the dead end
On broken glass, every broken mirror
A shattered self, empty – hollow
And the remains are trampled to dust and beyond

Through smouldering fields swept off the joyful laughter
Everything burned and erased
Peace has turned into eternal slaughter
As the past descends into the waves

Vaults filled with your dreams of blood and iron
Caged fears and lusts, painfully oppressed
The pulse of Hades, the Odem of Thanatos
Gentle breeze, forging oceans of souls

Stripped of mortal flesh
Stripped of sins and guilt
Stripped of sense and mind
Sunken in Styx
No matter the heroic acts, nor the vile betrayal
Kings and beggars, sinners and saints
The crooked lines meet where emperors serve and slaves reign
There’s no dignity in burial grounds
But decay, rot, worms and shit
At least there is use in your end
As there was none in your fucking life

Into the heavens ascend
To the hollow realms of hypocrites
Wander the ruins
In search for blessings obsolete

Into the darkness descend
To the obsidian planes of Erebos
Wander the ruins
Become lost and buried by aeons