Swimming in a Tide of Doom

How the earth is quaking my soul now for the taking no more of heart aching here i bid my leave-taking catacombs lay me to rest a new home for the sins i have confessed catacombs lay me to rest a new home for the non blessed swimming in a tide of doom all i see is gloom i reside here in my tomb fogging the living bloom onto a watery grave where i shall make my stay no longer a slave to the eternal misery