Ghostforce Soul Constrictor - Dodheimsgard

In urge to become something

(believed to be) more infact

I pursue the whole

Of human Dementia

You know when your catastrophy

Is utterly complete

Only when you shut your eyes

For the truth

And for the worse

There’s no place within your mind

When all faces are set on fire

To burn for the honour

Of the pain in your heart

And fade in the focus

Of your cursed lust

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Soul Constrictor

A fountainhead of disorder

A splinted human codex

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Soul constrictor

I cry out

For the death of my guardian angels

No more navigating

The labyrinth of self-deceit

The one we share with a psyche

(Almost) Obsolete

Without a ground to stand on

Down the ladder

Where we all break down

The soul murder armoury is ready to go

So I blow up my sense of logic

Deluded in default

To separate the alternative

Stifled by the conscious mind

Hell made real by the terror of strife

And right from the core of hysteria

Where suffering seems to grant no end

In the absence of free flow

A trance of flames

With no exit