The Void - Tor Lundvall

In the quiet hours, before the dawn

The silent fear creeps across the lawn

Stare at the mirror in the hall

The hollow heart hanging on the wall

From the eyes in the ceiling, I see The Void

I remember the grave, I see The Void

Like a frightened child, I cry alone

With the memories of a life that’s gone

All I see are dark rooms, I see The Void

Demons shovel the soil, I see The Void