Nödtveidt - Thorns of Pale Death

In the shadows of obsidian skies,
Where darkness reigns and the moon denies,
A realm of anguish where sorrows wail,
I tread the path to the thorns of Pale Death.
Whispers of pain in the cold, chilling wind,
A symphony of torment that begins,
A journey to the abyss, I am led,
Where life and death, the tightly thread.

Thorns of Pale Death, they entwine,
A tapestry of agony, so divine,
Piercing through my flesh, my soul they grasp,
In this twilight realm, a symphony of the last.

Echoes of despair, they resonate,
As I traverse this realm of fate,
Through realms unseen, my spirit descends,
To meet the darkness that never mends.
As I bleed my sorrows onto the ground,
A requiem of suffering, I have found,
My heart's cadence syncs with the dark,
In this eternal night, where demons embark