A Mouthful Of Death - Night In Gales

How dark has this world become

How painful are those things undone

Nothing left but a mouthful of death

Black suns burnt behind my eyes

An itching darkness for all to rise

Black skies breed behind those walls

Closing in on me, closing in on us all

Black rain falls, all laughter drowned

Our ship has finally run a ground

How dark has this world become

How painful are those things undone

Nothing left but a mouthful of death