Remnants of a dead soul Imprisoned in mine Synodic periods spent Possessed inside Screams of a ghoul Siren calls to glide Out of this faint woe To the immoral side Immersed in nothingness Theres no morning light In this realm I have built In universe mute and blind Stars of Nhagrad Shine blue forevermore Remains of purity Torn apart and left behind A new era will rise At rebirth, in demise Dispersed in emptiness This unlit eternal night The universe mute and blind I am the ghost in your tales I am the demon in your head I am the virus of the new world I am the ghost in your tales I am the demon in your head I am the virus of new world A disease you cant amend Crucified with rusty nails Abused with words unsaid In your reality... absent
mute, virus, synodic, nhagrad, tale