Vacant Orb from Chasms by Brutally Deceased

Through the sombre passageway, hellwards we tread
Inert stone surrounds us, mirroring each footstep
The ebony abyss resounds, fracturing the silence deep
Is it the passage's voice or thine
That I hear weep

Gone are the cries
The whispers of what once thrived

Life's waters drained, bones sawn and shattered
A canvass filed with hundred-fold death
No remnants left, no offerings on existence's hearth

Gone are the cries
Gone are the whispers of what once thrived

In the symphony of life I sense the grandeur of the dead
In darkness we drown
One paradigm, one solution
The solace infernal
Let the Earth be still after you

• Czech
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Old School Death Metal
• Swedish Death Metal
• Prague