Norther

In desolation
Life cut down
With misty eyes and breath so foul
A being, obscene
Hidden cries of future bound
To sure demise with nothing found
Rotten, vile, so undivine
Distress concealed
The demons so deep
Destined to be
Lost, Hollow
Empty shell, no tale to tell
To follow
Destined to be
Lost, Hollow
Tied down under a spell
To follow