Sonus Mortis - A Pale Reflection

Face down in a pool of death, a pale reflection.
Blood will glimmer come the dawn of light, with pure perfection.

Devil, loosen the reins on my faint, white horse.
Then grip thy wounds with no remorse.
The death and the void, is all that is beneath us now.
And this is the end, for you and for me.

Savior..raise your hymn of death.
With chants and cries; my mind is set.
We are standing apart, side by side.
On the verge of collapse, believing the divide.

Falling faster as we descend.
Towards the black we go, my friend.

The downfall of all hope is thrashing my dreams,
Reality dragged back, unraveling from it's own...
...seams.

Embrace death, become lifeless and the pitiless heart is cold,
Staining the earth as the drained spirit unfolds
to a new state of being, to a wretched form of life.
Beyond the damned,beyond the dread and the strife.

Death is just a connection between the spirit and the dust.
But we are merely pawns, in this age of mistrust.
A constant battle has been fought between the fist and between the noose.
Scrapping at my mind, the voices echo deadly eerie...sonus mortis...

And..
And the angels...
sing!

"Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more:
it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing."