Witness Your Own Oblivion - Callenish Circle

Relieve, the realm of the dead

In complete darkness you awaken

Not

Knowing where you are

Breathing tastes thin and dry

Your primal fear

Begins to stir

Helpless awaiting the reaper to come

Fighting against the

Nothingness

A thousand colours surrounding you

Relieve, the realm of the

Dead

Tasting blood coming

From under your nails just makes you aware

All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt

Tasting blood coming

Being just six feet

Underground

Still an escape cannot be done

Heavily breathing your last

Breath

Your face expressing it all

Witness your own oblivion now