The fields, dead and silent begin to rise up from the earth
With their twisted appendages, suffocating all but myself.

A void of my own, floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the strings of time and torment those who constantly dig and claw at the back my skull.

Summoning Storms.
Wishing these days will pass, Tearing the earth apart.
Reweaving the threads of time so that they can shelter these malformations of mine.

Summoning Storms.
Wishing these days will pass, Tearing the earth apart.
Reweaving the threads of time so that they can shelter these malformations of mine.

Tear the fucking earth apart
Tormented and frail, I begin to destroy your dreams. one by one.
I am the destroyer of dreams.

Swallowing death, the sky cracks open and begins to flood,
Washing away my fears, I plunge into an eternal darkness.
In the pitch black depths, I drown.
I wait for nothing and time is my witness. Time is my witness.

A void of my own, floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the strings of time and torment those who constantly dig and claw at the back my skull.

Summoning Storms.
Wishing these days will pass, Tearing the earth apart.
Reweaving the threads of time so that they can shelter these malformations of mine.

Summoning Storms.
Wishing these days will pass, Tearing the earth apart.
Reweaving the threads of time so that they can shelter these malformations of mine.

I call forth the sleepless skies
Herding forth the endless nights
Summoning storms to shatter the absent minds
Show the world the pain and suffering my eyes have seen

Kneel down before my feet, I am everything and nothing all in one, suspended in time.
Conqueror of the frozen wastes. Tyrant of misery.
Nothing will ever change. Time and timeless, again and forever and ever and ever.

Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, amongst this chaos and despair a distant light shines in this desecrated mind,
I become one with the darkness, embracing its beauty.
Fear me, for I am Lord of Woe.
These fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow,
Destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.

Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.

Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.

The ocean boils up and begins to surface,
Seeping through our eyes and flesh,
Filling up our lungs with black and drowning us in a beautiful state of epiphany.
We are the ones who make dreams and I am the error.
We are the ones who make dreams and I am the error.
We are the ones who make dreams and I am the error.

Floating amongst the clouds, tearing them from the skies,
One by one until eventually the heavens fall in a coil of churning black and grey
And my kingdom can live in darkness for all of eternity.

Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation,
I become one with the Darkness. Lord of Woe.
These fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow,
Destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.

Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.

Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.

Kneel down
Kneel down

I begin to gnaw, chewing away and spitting up the very fabrication of myself.
The Eternal Cold. Dark shall prosper as I plunge; descending deeper toward the shadows.

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end.
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself.
For I am but a nothingness drifting,
Seeking dead ends and false hope.

There is only death, I do not even exist.
A shadow, a memory.
Cast away all binds to self.

I'll never know why all things beautiful must reach an end.
The appetite grows for a greater knowing, the more I find the more I die inside.
I shed a tear, I weep.
All things beautiful must reach an end.

Myself containing a dormant implosion of infinite decimals, spiraling out of control.
The ostracization begins.

Within myself self-loathing,
And I've tried to hold passion inside the palm of my hand and tackle the world head on.
A knife held to my throat, a nice dose of discretion.
The world will feel my pain as I gnaw away at my boiled flesh

Detach myself from reality.
My misanthropic ways fall to waste.
My enigmatic veil begins to subdue.
I cannot continue.

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end.
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself.
For I am but a nothingness drifting,
Seeking dead ends and false hope.

This is my somber send off. I am done.
The world will end. I've turned my back.

Shattered, the fragments of my life lay scattered,
Engulfed beneath the shadows of my forever.
I am broken, decrepit.

Lay this rose upon my tombstone
I shall not live by your lies

Only from the moisture of my rotting carcass shall I blossom, shall I blossom
Only from the moisture of my rotting carcass shall I blossom, shall I blossom

Mind controlled by hopeless affection, this affliction;
Affliction of the dead

As my lungs are slowly crushed
Shattered, the fragments of my life lay scattered,
Engulfed beneath the shadows of my forever.
I am broken, decrepit.

As I sink beneath the shadows I find peace beneath the grave
And now finally, I can blossom
And now finally, I can blossom
And now finally, I can blossom
And now finally, I can blossom

I am your fucking end.
You will tremble at my feet.

Bringer of pain and suffering, hatred sadness and despair.
I will unleash upon the world the madness that manifests within me, and all of our hearts.

Do you remember a time before this barren waste of frost, death and decay.
Hopelessness and nothingness or was it all a figment of my imagination?

Now tear by tear we wash away the fondness felt in our hearts.
Drowning the lands before this infinite sorrow.
Suffocating ourselves to hide the pain.

Weeping Wastelands
Tearing our hearts from flesh
Hope is gone.
All that's left is this abomination.

Weeping Wastelands
Tearing our hearts from flesh
Hope is gone.
All that's left is this abomination.

Unleash your hatred upon the world, this sickness,
This blight suffocating us slowly into submission ridding us of our will to feel,
I would rather die than succumb to this plague,
I have nothing but pure disgust for the infected, and the withered souls.

Do you remember a time before this barren waste of frost, death and decay.
Hopelessness and nothingness or was it all a figment of my imagination?

Bringer of pain and suffering, hatred sadness and despair.
I will unleash upon the world the madness that manifests within me, and all of our hearts.

Blood soaked snow, Rotting flesh, putrid sickness.
Where am I?
Weeping Wastelands
Blood soaked snow, Rotting flesh, putrid sickness.
Where am I?
Overwhelmed with misery, on my own.

I have no fucking remorse
And I wish for nothing but pain upon those who dealt me this burden

Weeping Wastelands
Tearing our hearts from flesh
Hope is gone.
All that's left is this abomination.

Weeping Wastelands
Tearing our hearts from flesh
Hope is gone.
All that's left is this abomination.

With heavy hearts and broken dreams we must reclaim what is ours
Hating and struggling with sorrow and mourning of the significance.
Drowning in tears.
Hating and struggling with sorrow and mourning of the significance.
Drowning in tears.

I am the destroyer of hope, Lord of Woe.
I am everything you've ever hated before.
I am the destroyer of hope, Lord of Woe.
I am everything you've ever hated before.