Torment, My Companion

The house is empty but the walls are still alive At night the residents still come out to play The nightmares resonate with past mistakes Drawing to the surface demons long sleeping Beyond the reach of angels or gods Locked tight inside their home forever Twisted images mixing with the blackness of loss Old wrath returning to fight the repeating war And in the aftermath the wreckage burns and smokes Fall before the sword of your own doing You cannot break the chains that do not exist Only within the fortress of madness lie the ghosts And falls the rain, putting out the fires And they may lay dormant for years And in the gloom and dark of the stillness Echoing from the depths, the howls of the unholy And when she appears again, the torment begins anew I am the monster she provokes again and again And through the laughter of the accompanying abominations My screams will never pierce the veil of day Twisted images mixing with the blackness of loss Old wrath returning to fight the repeating war And in the aftermath the wreckage burns and smokes Fall before the sword of your own doing