Familiar Ghosts کے بول

The pain is howling Insistent and keen Indistinct Dissipates Devouring Breaking At the seams Devouring The pain is howling Insistent and keen End to all Things I believed Only a trace Of an echo remains In the tumult Indistinct Disspiates Devouring Breaking At the seems Devouring Wit remains blunted Hunter now hunted Found and lost I was found, Now I am lost No way back through The Inscrutable black That scythes the senses to the quick Painful patterns Here to remind me Create and Destroy The weakness and the shame Perpetual loss, no gain Impossible to touch