Lost Consolation - Hatecraft

Nothing can be with me

I’m racked with grief

Stained with blood

Marked by death

Embraced by my own cold darkness

My face is a mask of insanity

My soul is a lake of suffering

Wounded heart is bleeding

This burden is too hard for me

Ruined hopes, lost consolation

Beneath the remains of truth

I sense the waves of loath, streams of wrath

Sharp claws tear my flesh

Trying to crack my haggard mind

Storms bring me to silent emptiness

Where I could find my liberation

Of all that I am oppressed

The sullen land where I exist

Abandoned and forlorn forever