Familiar Ghosts - Akercocke

The pain is howling

insistent and keen

Indistinct

Dissipates

Devouring

Breaking

At the seams

Devouring

The pain is howling

Insistent and keen

End to all

Things I believed

Only a trace

Of an echo remains

In the tumult

Indistinct

Disspiates

Devouring

Breaking

At the seems

Devouring

Wit remains blunted

Hunter now hunted

Found and lost

I was found, Now I am lost

No way back through

The Inscrutable black

That scythes the senses to the quick

Painful patterns

Here to remind me

Create and Destroy

The weakness and the shame

Perpetual loss, no gain

Impossible to touch