Uncreator کے بول

Garden of forking paths Renounce in vast intricate labyrinth We've lost our mysteries Engraved in unspoken thought Running wild through fallen boughs My weary prophet Guardian of seclusion Illuminate Dissolve In winged intent A burden crippled Blind Attrition Abrasion A cripple Burden Breath A lost breath Illuminate The pale atmosphere Summon Broken shards Reflective Outward Spill through bent holes of teeth I want to see the pain that binds love I want to feel these bleak holes that bite Held like a stillborn hope