كلمات Austere Lament Part Two

Lament, none shall mourn my miserable passing, Alone from the dawn of my time, my burial I embrace. Bound by the dreadful sun, infecting me with misery. So terrible to behold, this chamber you call life. Drown in lifeless rain and roam in endless pain. In the sky I smell your essence, in the clouds I see your presence Upon the winds I feel your breath, within my dreams I lust your death. Death do I un-endingly swear, into you I always stare. Devote to your every move, for your path I will always choose.