Fleshcrawl

Shroud of velvet, ebony coffin
Deathly pale like peaceful sleep
The past looks back with thousand faces
From the confluent hiding of time
Break through your mental derangement
Wait for the inevitable end
Pray to your lord for forgiveness
While you hope to bear it up well
Hope you reach the sphere you dreamt of
Broken dreams seem so dreadful, grotesque
Slowly all your power's fading
Your own life shines so worthless, sinful