Continuum Cruciatus
Where does your faith befall? Will this sickness become the overtaking of this frail form? To give when you have nothing
This chain, This binding, this perfect death
A soul to end your night
Lines hammered continuous, leave us in pain, cleave us blood beyond our blood, drown me in the river it creates
Unending loss unto itself, inseperable, we are hung from the noose of thorns
Within A World Forgotten (2018)