Dying Embers - Ancst

Beyond the flesh that keeps us captive there’s an empty place that feeds our

nothingness

The sound of your voice echoes through my veins

No more togetherness, our world laid to waste

I can see us drifting in a sea of hate

Torn apart and cramped into empty space

The world keeps turning, gear in gear

Lifeless and mourning, trapped in our still live

Hearts filled with scorn, at the peak of our hollowness

We wander this torn and bleak vacuum in search for deliverance

Nowhere to go and nowhere to settle

Locked in these restless vessels, our realm is the emptiness

Adnate with the end, lost in expiration

Ghosts of yesterdays, I only worship my own decay

Connected but torn apart, we devour each other

Pragmatic and untrusting, futile in our own domain

I can see us drifting in a sea of hate

Torn apart and cramped into empty space