In Hell

The thinker sits at his throne Sentinels of heads adorn Dreaming landscapes in shades of bone Naked flesh at his feet is strewn The cries of hell bother him not The twisted forms of wretched souls Here even time will surely rot In these endless dusky halls His eyes unblinking dwell Neither sorror nor joy betray Trapped in his throat a hollow yell Unspoken words of a broken prayer Coiled muscles cannot release The lovers lust unfulfilled Grasping hands will never reach Eternal longing to be distilled Above the shades the implore Abadon hope, those cast in here Contorted, cursed to endure Sorrow, Madness Fear Here even time will surely rot In hell I praise the glowing darkness Deep embrace, its cold caress Effervescent Boiling and unburdened Oblivious Why have you come Why have you gone What am I Without you In agony I call to thee Wordlessly In agony BURNx2 What am I (BURN) Without you (BURN) In agony (BURN) Wordlessly (BURN) In hell I call the blessed darkness Melting, dissolving to nothing I am ash.