Epitaph Testo

Isolation freezes my life, coldness grips my heart

Trapped within a world, a world apart.

Desolate am I, a tempest raging silently.

Lost a barren adrift at sea.


Catatonic state, it sharpens life's depressing edge

The clamor draws me closer to the ledge

As I gaze upon this burning world I curse this life.

A life through which I'm hurled



Lies, lies upon this side and that

Truthless violence deception mourned by the wise.

Thousands of voices drowning out his own

In a popular torrent of lies upon lies

Turn to stone.


So intense the pain that has crawled

From the bleeding corpse of pleasure.

That feeds the worm the writhes

Inside my brain.

In the deep of night it stirs again

In the heart of the sleeper,

From the crack of dawn I wake to curse

The rising of the sun.

Every life is built on hope

Now my dreams have surely passed,

Inner voices haunt my numbered days

Darkness calls me with her laughs



Torn between life and death inertia

Fills my soul.

No will to be nor pride to care

Reapers take your toll.



Strangers cast a menacing glance as

Existence I defy.

Shatter their dream like world I'm not

Afraid to die



Omen bird soars the desert land to the castle

Of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man.

See the colored flowers and marble towers

They fade to brown

Like the unknown inscribed in stone

He's abandoned, abandoned flesh and bones

He's lost in silence swallowed in vastness

Drowned in the depths of a meaningless

Past