3 acessos
In desperation I have sunk
Failure is the weight that anchors me
To ungodly ways
In the murky depths is where I'm lodged
A rotting, ill-made vessel
Sentenced to the waves, stripped bare by the gale
Out there, above, the ships pass in the night
Far beyond the great sea, their destination lies
These rags of filth and webs of dark times
Let me sneer at understanding
Madness, winding about me in ribbons
Reason is devoured, like the ill-vessel to the waves
A wound deep in the bowels of a barren sea
This unholy cathedral of sickness...