Vicious Circle

Necromancy, the rites of dementia See what the death looks like Souls from the limbo, coming with eternal flames Arrive into circle of trembling hands No inferno but also no heavens No god on his golden throne Promised eden turned into desert Empty space and dead remains Spectral mouth tells hopeless truth In unknown words massacring the mind There is nothing after life What we can imagine now and here Infinity full of posthumous nothing Greed for immorality is only despair now Caught in the waiting for nowhere Selling the souls for oblivion's price "I must be immortal" Nocturnal stagnancy as I burn my candles Sanity now dozes and waits for a day Nightly mares in their real dimensions No hope now... Soon I will die... No inferno but also no heavens No god on his golden throne Promised eden turned into desert Empty space and dead remains