Cerecloth

Old shadows rise
 And shroud the world in blackest night
 In bitter hearts once confined
 Trapped deep inside
 Since before the dawn of time
 Now free to poison mankind
 Futility
 It feeds the grasp of lethargy
 Life slowly comes to a grinding halt
 Words of sanctity
 Turned into inanities
 And faith is naught but dust
 The reaper's breath
 A crushing weight upon their chest
 No reason left to exist
 Seek comfort in the blade
 In herds they walk along their way
 The path towards an early grave
 A cancerous plague begot
 Spreads dread and spiritual rot
 And the stench of cerecloth
 Thus follow in its wake
 As man succumbs to its dismal fate
 A cancerous plague begot
 Spreads dread and spiritual rot
 And the stench of cerecloth
 In this place now resides
 As all things slowly die inside
 Silence looms
 The testament of our demise
 A barren tomb forever cursed
 Chalice of doom
 Poisoning the fountain of life
 For none shall walk the earth