Stare Into Death And Be Still - Ulcerate

At war with no enemy

But the dearth of our will

Far too late to wake from this doubt

Intransigent in the face of the end

Banished to a fate worse than death

No worth remains of this condemned existence

Soon to be annulled

Transpire, from order to chaos

The messiah of alienation

Deliver us to these ends we have dreamt

Where the faintest light is now smothered

Devoured by the grief

Sink deeper into the abyss

Buried under the flaws we disown

Starved of breath

And fearing the detachment from all

Submit to unseen tyranny

We have reached the brink of this terminal world

Stare into death and be still

The darkness ahead mirrors a past of ruin

Barely lived

Every fire exhausted

Awaiting surrender