Cold Becoming - Ulcerate

Sleep now, willing hosts

In envy, accede to this void of life so bleak and fragile

There is only silence here

No resistance

A silent corrosion of mind

This innocence lost

The tide long retreating

You cannot see above the walls, encircling high

This sanctuary and its need, infectious

You will not see again

The infected will never see again

To claim this as nothing

You should not be of this world

Of those who preach death

Your words are poison

And those of stone in apathy

You crawl with them

You crawl with them in decay

This cold becoming never dethroned

Of those who claim this fire as nothing

I will forever despise