作词 : Dan Watson
作曲 : Frank Cilella
Slipping deeper into the abyss
Holding mud-soaked roots until my hands slip
Finally, I reach the bottom of the pit
Farkness envelops me
Sulfuric nullity
The fuel for the fire is running low
What will transpire
I do not know
Just sparks to comfort me
Until I spark a flame
Pitch black with the fragrance of decay
There may be hope at last
In a pit of hopelessness
Is it a gift or is it a ****ing curse?
To see what lurks down here
To see where I traverse
Anxiety
Profusely sweating and shivering
What I discover is horrifying
I can see with a dim light glowing
The remnants of the decomposing
They're painted in a crimson sheen
Rats feasting
Bones picked clean
Not far from the shaft I fell down
Adorned are the gates with hell hounds
Their snarls are held back by chains
They take a seat when I feed them the meat
I don't know what's real anymore
I feel numb to this pale existence
Hope is gone and all that's left is the sorrow of my weary soul
I think I've lost my mind
[00:00.000] 作词 : Dan Watson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Frank Cilella
[00:17.242]Slipping deeper into the abyss
[00:20.758]Holding mud-soaked roots until my hands slip
[00:24.273]Finally, I reach the bottom of the pit
[00:27.035]Farkness envelops me
[00:29.294]Sulfuric nullity
[00:31.303]The fuel for the fire is running low
[00:34.822]What will transpire
[00:36.328]I do not know
[00:38.335]Just sparks to comfort me
[00:40.596]Until I spark a flame
[00:42.606]Pitch black with the fragrance of decay
[00:46.876]There may be hope at last
[00:52.451]In a pit of hopelessness
[00:59.480]Is it a gift or is it a ****ing curse?
[01:05.888]To see what lurks down here
[01:08.399]To see where I traverse
[01:45.741]Anxiety
[01:48.754]Profusely sweating and shivering
[01:57.302]What I discover is horrifying
[02:08.100]I can see with a dim light glowing
[02:10.612]The remnants of the decomposing
[02:13.632]They're painted in a crimson sheen
[02:16.145]Rats feasting
[02:17.650]Bones picked clean
[02:19.411]Not far from the shaft I fell down
[02:22.174]Adorned are the gates with hell hounds
[02:24.950]Their snarls are held back by chains
[02:27.712]They take a seat when I feed them the meat
[03:12.375]I don't know what's real anymore
[03:15.135]I feel numb to this pale existence
[03:18.405]Hope is gone and all that's left is the sorrow of my weary soul
[03:26.194]I think I've lost my mind