Texty: Empire Hideous (The). Other. Hereafter.

This birth, the conception of love.
Existence, no fathom of time.
See death as a figure of aging.
Forgotten, by a frivolous world.

This alcove, drains me in fury.
This night tide compels me to the ground.
I've waited, for the Charon to take me,
from this malediction that burrows in my stomach.

What vision can I see from the dying?
This prison cell has rights to all of my feelings.
A passage, darker than midnight.
I'm trying hard to fight this place Hereafter.

I'll curse all my warnings, defy River Styx.
Elude all my feelings and never return.
I've entered this circle and cut through Hereafter.
I dare not return for the fear of remaining Hereafter.

This birth, gives way to the heavens.
Existence, has no meaning at all.
Behold death.
It's the end of the living.
And I'm forgotten by an ungracious world.

What vision can I see from the dying?
This prison cell has rights to all of my feelings.
A passage, darker than midnight.
I'm trying hard to fight this place Hereafter.

I'll curse all my warnings, defy River Styx.
Elude all my feelings and never return.
I've entered this circle and cut through Hereafter.
I dare not return for the fear of remaining Hereafter.