[verse1] Slice through the silence with static of ghostly white noise, Send me a dispatch from deep in the frost of the grave. Where gray, hollow echoes are all that remain of a voice, And light is a wall, black and cold, like a sun-less enclave. The ink of the abyss on paper of moon-frozen light... How beats the non-being as pulse in a chest of decay? What waits for me there? Is it brand of eternal night? Or celestial strings that will chime as the life fades away? [chorus] I’m not seeking mercy, nor prayer, nor a path of repentance, I’m frozen in wait where the borders of being untie. Is this revelation a cure or a final death sentence? Is the crest on the seal my release, or the judge of my lie? [verse2] I’ll break through the wax, as my heart skips a desperate rhythm, To read between lines what no soul that’s alive ought to know. Each word is a blade from a jagged and ancient abysm, Each letter a weight dragging down to the darkness below. I’ll swallow the acrid gray smoke of the soul’s final numbing, While the world stays behind, dissolved in a pale, dying ray. Your "ever" is just a dark shadow’s inevitable coming, Frozen in pain on the shoulders of spirit and clay. [Chorus] I’m not seeking mercy, nor prayer, nor a path of repentance, I’m frozen in wait where the borders of being untie. Is this revelation a cure or a final death sentence? Is the crest on the seal my release, or the judge of my lie? [Outro] But truth is too pure for the living to hold in possession. I’ll throw every dream to the hungering maw of the pit. See how it writhes in its silent and final confession, In orange-hued flames, where the laws of the daylight are split. Let eternity burn into ash and complete abnegation— I need no more maps from the ghosts who have crossed the threshold. I’m staying right here. With no hope, with no fear or salvation. Just ash of the letter... and a burn that the afterlife told.
