Behold our parched endless fields Scandinavian melancholy
I'm withered and frail
Corrupting my bones
The time has come to be dethroned
Breathing stagnant blooming sludge
Swaying with algae I trudge
Immersed by this lake of death
Coerced by its goal of death
I've become the abyss and the anchor itself
I am touched by the fever of life
Suffer existence, the glow shines so bright
Your bitter thunderous symphony of blight
I sunk deeper into the fen of my discontent
Breathing stagnant blooming sludge
Swaying with algae I trudge
An intense suffocating grasp
Enslaved by gravities clasp
A heightened state of detachment
The dream soon to be over
An end fitting for everything
Suffer existence and be undone
Suffer existence and be undone
The ultimate end for everyone"