Where the Sun Is Silent - Goatwhore

Submissive to death in a wakeless sleep

No breath to be heard, no light to retreat

With wings of black, the raven summons the night

In vaults of doom, buried beneath the moon, alone I lie

On darkened shores in coldness entwined

Enter this primal void of the devil’s design

Splendor of this decay, manifest unearthly rites

Call forth the darkness, dressed in the blackest of nights

Release my soul in this descent, grasp of a decayed journey

Elude this gluttonous skies, corrupted with mercy

Unearth this starless realm of dreamless sleep

Weave the final space between life and death

Binding consent of this macabre affair

Impregnate the darkness with my final breath

Submissive to death in a wakeless sleep

No breath to be heard, no light to retreat

With wings of black, the raven beckons the night

From this cursed tomb, below the moon, crowned I rise

Filtered vision of this lifeless silence

Emerge from the cosmic trance

Submit to the cleansing dark, in death I will be reborn