Drawn Black Drapes - Withered

Compassion has its limits

Vermin clamor below me

Absurdity of it all

For there will be no redemption

Overwhelming, suffocating, overwhelming, suffocating

I dream of black drapes.

Swaying with the wind

An inferno burns, below them

In the distance a muffled wail

A procession, slowly enters

Holds the key, to our salvation

Cleanse this, filth

From the, soil

The drapes, sway

The inferno, rages on

My last words

Will be my first