Limbonic Art - Voyage Of The Damned
 

Where can we find the wisdom we need.

What is the cure when the soul bleed.

Show me the powers that you offers me.

But even stronger than death it must be.


It is so cold and dark down here

In this supernatural darkness.

My mind is my asylum.

A dungeon of tormenting silence.


Voices leading into the night.

The last agony is at sight.


Staring into blackness beyond the heavens end

Praying in the shadows is death the only friend

In ancient starlight I lay the soul rotten from decay.

No love was strong enough so life drifted just astray.


Darkness demands life be this victim of sacrifice.

In endless pain the soul is lost a solitary holocaust.


One night before the dark morning