Slow Pain Coming - Skitliv

I see four suns in the sky

My limbs becomes a rope of madness

I have been awake for days on end

Trying to unravel the secret of that one great pain

There’s an evil sickness inherent in humanity

Lord Christ saviour or death, just death

Descending angels — too fucking late

Face the emptiness for everything is nothingness

The procession of empty faces moves

On a path of dying dead death

The indifference of mankind — ekler meg

Souls already rotting and turning to dust

Hear the wailing, the mourning, of that ONE soul

The great emptiness that awaits us

Through forests deep and barren woods

Through the minds of dead philosophers

Towards the great nothingness