i hear the call, trying to tell me i must fade. feels wrong, i know, but comfort keeps me drowned.

can you see the lines shaping what you must to be? can you feel the strain binding you to pain?

and make it last until the sun comes up.

"what are we for eachother?" dead?

never shoot your shot with me, you may get in charge for homicide because of it.

i get addicted to anything that makes me forget the fact that i am living.

meet me at the 7th stage of hell, where you would drown in my ashes.

the fact that i didn't die during the war pisses me off at least five times in a row.

this cannot be the same life that i was protecting with a fucking mask in 2020.

as the shadow figure, chants infernal names. dragon born, demonic hordes, rise up from the catacombs, tomb of ancient blood.

2:28 palace altar, sidereal energy. cycle completes my cries from centuries. my sorrow, suffering, slumber, my painful memories.

lay down my despair, in the isolated coffin of my life. in the end, there's only me.

nocturnal prophecy, i can only feel dread, hunger from the grave. in the end, there's only me.

6:18 i felt the night turn back to the other side, i felt the night breathing, suffering.

i awoke. i'm haunted by the memories eternal, i weep. my sullen cries fell down towards the nether, the scepter of suffering.

my fangs will drain your energy. the blood is the life. mortuum by night, by the stars, eternal, i weep.

imagine you have no swag, so you pretend you're like me. that stinks and is disgusting.

be your own shit-self for fuck's sake.