Sources To Agonies — Limbonic Art

Through the mirror of the soul I'm staring deep within To see what dwell behind the wall The beauty of pale skin

The aura that surrounds me Is not of noble kind The blackness of the heart Is all that's left to find

A dark river runs silent through my life Like a floating nemesis A dark shadow of what that used to be Drift's now in lifeless misery

Live only to witness what I've become Midnight is my shallow home Soon to enter the last deed of mine I'm forced to follow the streaming bloodline

When the wine of life is shed And dark cosmic space consume I bring the memories back from the dead Sources to agonies, a devouring monsoon