The Final Gate

In the silence, I gather myself
Through the shadows of Sheol
Burrowing down just to find my own reason
In the crumbling depths where I confront my darkest fears
Echoes of personal hell through the years

Torn and frayed, I walk through the teeth of this void where light fades
Truth lies shrouded in pain
Carved from fire past the gate where echoes fade

Guide me through the void decayed
Vessel of fire, bearer of flame
Bound in torment
Flesh and bone, torn and frayed

I went to hell to find myself
But this darkness followed
Carved in fire I have seen the end
A twisted mirror, cracked and scarred
A fragment of the damned within

Inferno’s grip, draw forth the whispers of my sins
Unveil the wounds I can’t discard
Unleash the fire

In this chaos, I became a vessel for damnation
A living testament of sin
So lost under the blaze
Incantation of the hell within me
Forever fighting the infernal daze

In this silence, I call upon my will
Through the shadows of Sheol, I’m descending
Burrowing deep to unearth my reason
I need the proof that I’m a better man

Lost in flames

I pass the final gate
No path to guide me back
Throughout my flesh and bone
I feel the light decay