Drear Prophecies
Disentomb
5:04Severe souls from their false idols An avalanche of soil buries the hands that grasp for the answers The choirs sing hymns of isolation Severed souls Catharsis was a promise to cut incisions into their faith Through their tusks, they spew forth clouds of gloom that etch memories into our minds from angelic entities that withered to dust long ago This is why we will always suffer from fear Our nature is to gaze upwards and besiege the heavens I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke from the fires I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke from the fires I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke Their hollow eyes stare back at me Nothing Above I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke There is Nothing Above"