erebus

septicflesh

waiting the drawing of the underworld

none to share your fears

the shadow of charon falls

upon the stone of hopes

the body is paralysing

the air is too thick to enter

a cataclysm is spawned into the regions of the soul

the cry of the first time

when you were free from the womb

is the same but now you are entering the night

most try to understand why they are born if they must die. life seems pointless with an end

they wonder if existence remains after death

or erebus is the final state

you knew from the beginning