Hell from Secular Blight by Misothronos

Hiding inviting shadows line these walls
Narcissistic whispers out of somewhere
Subliminal cynicism of others, sewing doubt in myself
Fearing they should find me too I hide among the shadowed corners

In a world of us versus them, I dare not be them

Silhouettes are traced, but faces are never revealed
The whispers are deafening, but never seek me out
Paranoia growing as the gazes pierce
my mind dissociating from myself,
forcing me in line
Panicking for my sanity I join the chorus

Dehumanizing crushing us all
Into a shapeless nameless mold
A form of sadistic control from the insecure
Sewing spite among us all and stripping the life from our bones

Lost in the void
Phantoms pull me further away
I can’t escape
This is where I die

Burn this fucking place
And the constant chambered words of those who
Seek fulfillment through subjugation
and exploitation

I will never be one of you

Weakened by time, lost in the shadows
A pause through the whispers, a lapse in the darkness
My mind is clear, Seeing the light down the hall
Escaping the corridors of silent screams

My heart still beats fucking loud in spite of you
Our names still hold weight in spite of you
We stand in comradery in spite of you
Smashing false idols to ruins in spite of
All of the warnings, and if I should fail

My dying words will be your curse

• Black Metal
• Metal
• thrash