The Fog - Oubliette

Expressed through the dark infinity

On this night, sorrow

Giving into this false hope

I feel the cold approaching

Weakness within

Hidden no more

On this night, sorrow

Finding a way through it all

Sever the binds, I must

What comes to mind, yet again

I curse the spoken word

Travel through the black I must

On this night, sorrow

The chosen path of the distressed

Giving into the false hope, yet again

All words have been spoken

The curse must begin

Giving into this false hope

I feel the cold approaching

Those penetrating eyes

So wretched

Direct them towards the desolate night

As I am the sky

O penetrating eyes

Feel the cold wind against your skin

Watch closely as the fog rolls in

The sheer coldness begins