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Cloistered in walls of my detestation

Drifting away from all that life bestows

I dream of lands of desolation

Where poisoned trees of nonexistence grow

Crowds of ghosts walk to the nethervoid

Hollow eyes. The winding sheets of white

They pass through walls of my dismal chamber

Morbid horde. They call me into night

Years of aloofness. The damage is done

Fortress I built is flooded with waste

Distant refulgence of depthless decline

Casting a glow on my measly face

Closer to void

All inner temples

Now desecrated

And never will be cleared

Nothing to wait for

The journey will be endless

Now I can see

This way towards the end

Twilight of soul. Eclipse of my mind

I am beyond the pale of the mortal world

Will-o'-the-wisp is my only guide

Emptiness calls. It is the best reward

This heavy lid of my vacant coffin

Looks like a door. It’s time to turn the knob

I’m not surprised, there is no bottom

There are the stairs leading to the dark

Years of aloofness. The damage is done

Fortress I built is flooded with waste

Distant refulgence of depthless decline

Casting a glow on my measly face

Men must endure their going, their death

The serpent of time is touching my skin

Its leaden body obstructs my breath

Small voice of anguish sounds from within