The Black Empire
Andrea L'Abbate
Cosmic void
Soul devourer
Sunless skies
The black empire
The insatiable hunger
Erodes the framework
Consuming feelings
Eating the heart
From the inside out
Does the stench prove that we were alive or just that we can die?
Cosmic void
Soul devourer
Sunless skies
The black empire
All these faces
Are just pale mind's ghosts
The candle is lit
The incense burns
I slowly disappear
Floating in darkness
Drowning in mud made from ashes
Carrying the burden
Of a wasted existence
Floating in darkness
Drowning in mud made from ashes
Carrying the burden
Of a wasted existence
Cosmic void
Soul devourer
Sunless skies
The black empire
I slowly disappear