Colder - Paganizer

Drained and weak I lay to rest

These years have not been fine to me

Empty rooms and echoing halls

Withering fingers clawing on the walls

Colder

This place is slowly turning colder

Smoulder

From ash to dust, nothing more

No forgiveness can reach me now

I am beyond this world somehow

In the room of waiting and no return

That place where forever is set to burn

Breathing only as an act of spite

Fighting off that final wall of sleep

Colder

This place is slowly turning colder

Smoulder

From ash to dust, nothing more