Sepulchral grasp holds
A cold grip on your soul
Claustrophobic valut
Ravishing end now unfoldsThe haunting void roars
Surrounds your severed heart's contours
he shine of your exustence
Floating aimlessly through Death's mazeGaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace
The scent of (the) Reaper's Breath
Coils around your neck
The sounds of soil
That hits your coffin doorThe lid's closed forever
The vacuum of Death's womb
The hinges are corroding
Oblivion's pendulum swaying
Gaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embraceGaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace
