Perpetual Rest Lyrics

Bleak confinement seeping discontinuity
Shackled to an echo of a falsity
Transgressions repaid
Compos mentis corroded
What was embraced with all substance putrefies
The itch is sharp
The thirst is in the flesh
Frozen time
Bitter fortune
Pierce
Dig for anamnesis
iniquity has become precarious
In the interior of obscurity
Adherent to absolute solitary
What was embraced with all substance putrefies
The itch is sharp
The thirst is in the flesh
What I would give
One more sting
Separate limb from limb
So stagnant
Absent worth
Consolidate into earth
Never ending chance of fate
Let the pieces fall