Witness Your Own Oblivion

Relieve, the realm of the dead

In complete darkness you awaken

Not knowing where you are

Breathing tastes thin and dry

Your primal fear begins to stir

Helpless awaiting the reaper to come

Fighting against the nothingness

A thousand colours surrounding you

Relieve, the realm of the dead

Tasting blood coming

from under your nails just makes you aware

All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt

Tasting blood coming

from under your nails just makes you insane

Being just six feet underground

Still an escape cannot be done

Heavily breathing your last breath

Your face expressing it all

Witness your own oblivion now