Void Venture - Night In Gales

When blades turn to laughter

And crystalthorns call

It’s time for all dungeongods to fall

The hearseughts are shut

All tenmiletongues cut

Yet thousand wormsongs still ringin' through our guts

Right from the morgue into our minds

Like holehearted echoes

Through ashes meadows of time

We are the void

The blackfleshed nothing of unages to come

We are the emptiness

Our will be done

We are the shackles of life and summon it’s fall

We are the confessions on each cold prison hall

We are the thorn in your eye, the holes in your hand

We are the napalm to burn this unhappy end

We are the void

The blackfleshed nothing of unages to come

We are the emptiness

Our will be done

Everything is falling

This world ain’t built to last

Now cold shades come crawling

Black blood bleeds fast

The great fall has come for us all

A void venture, our closing call