Tomb - Evile

Dark the days begin to grow

With nothing more to show

A sense I’ve lost my grip on all I know

Where I hide begs me to stay

This temple’s in decay

What more to see?

The tomb calls to me

When alone I know my place

All suffering erased

I turned my back on every chance I waste

When belief is stripped away

Only fear remains

What more to see?

The tomb calls to me

It screams for me

Where will I go twisted in need

Deep is the thorn that poisons me

Voices remain honest and clear

Freedom they whisper as sorrows nears

Imprisoned in a cage I cannot feel

Elusive is the change I need to heal

Shadows gather round

Bringing misery unbound

And an offering of more beyond the mortal sound

Struggling against what drags me down

Another day is swallowed by the ground

Looking past the pain

In the moment I remain

Should I answer when the tomb is calling out my name

Where will I go twisted in need

Deep is the thorn that poisons me

Voices remain honest and clear

Freedom they whisper as sorrows nears