Tempting Death - Signs of the Swarm, Tom Barber

Death, still I beckon thee

Embrace me with your grandeur

This mental cruxifiction leaves me desolate and cursed

Eternally forsaken, profound misery

Tormented by a reality of suffering

Dispossess this agony that binds me

Barely living, constant dread

Withering, awaiting my lonesome end

Years of bleeding sorrow and wasted breath

Clawing the hourglass

For I mourn each day deprived of death

So scorn and forgotten, drowning within a boundless doom

Desolation giving way to dead eyes

Death I beckon thee

Scorn, deprived of my destiny

Cowardice, kneel, grace me with your presence

For each breath I take is an agonizing and grueling lesson

Kiss of death, take me away

For thy touch shall grant me blissful escape

Battered and bruised

And I come for your pure salvation

Tempting your malevolence to free myself of damnation

Silent overseer

Devour me with thy malignant grace

Dispossess this agony that binds me

Barely living, constant dread

Withering, awaiting my lonesome end

An intrinsic peril drowning within his doom

Desolate and cold, guide me to my wretched tomb

Without repentance I falter

Lead me to rot

So my name can be forgot

Mangled and dismantled

Every single breath feeds this vicious cancer

Eternally forsaken

Drowning within this doom

Deprived of my destiny

I dwell within this desolation

Hand of liberation

Free me from this oppression

No longer shall I be ignored