Limbonic Art - Sources To Agonies

Through the mirror of the soul

I'm staring deep within

To see what dwell behind the wall

The beauty of pale skin


The aura that surrounds me

Is not of noble kind

The blackness of the heart

Is all that's left to find


A dark river runs silent through my life

Like a floating nemesis

A dark shadow of what that used to be

Drift's now in lifeless misery


Live only to witness what I've become

Midnight is my shallow home

Soon to enter the last deed of mine

I'm forced to follow the streaming bloodline


When the wine of life is shed

And dark cosmic space consume

I bring the memories back from the dead

Sources to agonies a devouring monsoon