Ultha - With Knives to the Throat and Hell in Your Heart lyrics
[Ultha - With Knives to the Throat and Hell in Your Heart lyrics]
Drowning in a flood of memories
A deluge of ill-fated will
Breathlessly breathing like a coward on knees
I have made my bed in charnels and coffins
Like a spectre in the dead of the night
Doubt leads to death
As a stranger to the strange
As a leper to a friend the fear in healing
Like ragged eyes
Set against an unreachable end
Pеnance, perish, congregation
Pеnance, perish, beyond salvation
Restless, abyssic sitting, waiting
Staring, seething asleep in the daze of days