Languish Songtext
von Drewsif

Cast into your own hell.
Amorphous vault of calamity.

A world without sleep, where metaphor ceases to be
A world where your cruelest dreams burst forth to reality.
Ultra violence and heartache witnessed repeatedly.
Unrelenting torment actualized.

Damned to experience absolute malign.


But how can you live with yourself
Knowing you′ve damned a man?
And how can you continue to exist with his blood on your hands?
His blood on your hands

I will weep for this tortured soul.
No retreat from this horrid hole.
I've been (examined?) to feel
Eternal pain

He turns to me, abjectly resigned. His skin weathered to pale, stained leather. He opens his arid, deformed mouth and laments:

Isn′t three years enough?
I've regressed to deformity
Isn't three years enough?
I′ve befriended my agony.

Languish