Evile - Tomb

Dark the days begin to grow With nothing more to show A sense I’ve lost my grip on all I know Where I hide begs me to stay This temple’s in decay What more to see? The tomb calls to me When alone I know my place All suffering erased I turned my back on every chance I waste When belief is stripped away Only fear remains What more to see? The tomb calls to me It screams for me Where will I go twisted in need Deep is the thorn that poisons me Voices remain honest and clear Freedom they whisper as sorrow nears Imprisoned in a cage I cannot feel Elusive is the change I need to heal Shadows gather round Bringing misery unbound And an offering of more beyond the mortal sound Struggling against what drags me down Another day is swallowed by the ground Looking past the pain In the moment I remain Should I answer when the tomb is calling out my name Where will I go twisted in need Deep is the thorn that poisons me Voices remain honest and clear Freedom they whisper as sorrows nears