MORKE - Sirens Тексты

My frozen kingdom
Beseech my wretched heart
As I grasp Death's cold hand
Concealed in time

All that is light
Blackens eternal
Woe is living
Disillusioned from body and mind

Before my eyes
The world withers
Anguished cries of the dead
Embalm my soul

Misery! Embodied by thee
Fall from grace
To the depths
Thy words lash swift, piercing

A thin white veil
Maligned, yet sublime
Unrelenting
All-encompassing
Sirens