The Darkest Hour by Bejelit
In a world of chaos and anger I fight hard against all
the pain that rolling out from thousands shaded mouths
Thoughts are disturbed by digging in my feverish and so
clouded mind
burning disease sowing the darkness' seeds.
Now I can see, I can feel these seeds that grow inside
therer is no way to stem this tide
of absurd flaming darkness that invades my very deep
essence.
I'm losing control I just feel so alone
alone in this War waged by my own world.
No way to turn back pulled down deeper and deeper
chained to this hell is this the death of my soul?
Under attack closed to collapse
with no more energies.
Confused and scared my world moves insane
all seems to be infected and oddly neglected
What can I do, to come back to my roots?
Lost in the darkness, dodging the madness
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