Misery Embrace - Vore

No sleep in this darkness

Frozen solid to bone

Wounded weak, bleeding to die

There is no one left to save our souls

Misery embrace

A touch that chills the soul

Cold hearts beating slower

This might we must ride

Upon the edge of emptiness

Stands a wtiness to deceit

Movement, you move beneath me

Silence!

We must be silent

Weeping, the beasts are feasting

They are near

We tread within their wake

Unseen and forlorn

Souls shake, souls shutter

Their bent and broken places scatter

In about the realms of madness

Prophecies of pain

Reaching through the desperation

A sickness comes to kill

No rest for our dead ones

Their corpses lay beneath shrouds of frost

No end awaits, even in death

We march ever onward into the coldfire

Broken lands buried in death

We will not die for your pleasure

Nothing gained in victory

Only misery ahead