Scáth Na Déithe - Search Unending

Plagued By Torment A Crippling Identity Foundationless Morality That Casts Aside A Fading Beauty Left Paralyzed By This Voluntary Sickness Left Deaf To Harsh Cries Futile Pleas Of The Forgotten They Drown In Their Own Blood And With Bloody Hands They Visit You To Confront You With A Crippling Realization You Are As Dead As They Are You Will Vanish But They Will Fade Panicked By Truth, A Crippling Absolute You Cannot See The Bodies Before You Contorted They Hang In The Branches Of Trees Oblivious To Their Slow Decay Oblivious To Your Hollow Life Your Desolate Existence Your Barren Mind This Search Has No Ending There Is No Meaning That Waits To Be Found So Scream Cry Out Your Questions Dry Your Tongue And Choke On Your Words Emptiness Is All That Awaits You You Built Your World In Total Silence Now Silence Is All That Is Left To You about