Darkest Thought - Abysmal Growls Of Despair

Darkness grows on my soul, hit by light,

Weaving my shadow with fear.

Then, in ebony, my life veils, dried by shameful days.

Fragile scars, my words are empty.

From a dying dream will come the dark swain,

And my bones, between dust and laments,

will stay my lonesome answer.