Mourning Beloveth - Nothing (the March Of d**h) lyrics

A figure of despair staring into the nothingness, lost among life s**ers. So Small standing by the ocean sensing the rain, worn out from grieving through a storm of rage. I have succumbed to sorrow, the hoary darkness and the all-consuming silence, for I had such hopes and dreams, dreams that fell like vapours throug the summer air. I had such thoughts, thoughts that would crush mountains and blunt the very daggers to my heart and yet the mere sliver of hope sent to the corner to be lost among life's pain.... immortal. My bones are weary; weary from this malignant mortality we hold on to with such grim despair that it becomes all-consuming. In the glowering sickly green depths of my misery I've drank deep textures and grotesque ecstacy it's elementary splendour reminded of the the labyrinthine intricacies of being, the squalor, the bewildering diversities and its lonely existence. A journey through a half dream, each step a d**h. To slip through the cracks unnoticed or pause and question the meanderings of time. The grey vastness we hold onto, The glum adhesive that binds us through. No! Hark! A football, the march of d**h A hollow call to arms from the grave A curator of dead souls brings us down Is it a shadow of life or just some vision? Apocalyptic dreams Hark! A curator of our dead souls Who is it that walks so solemnly through the graves? Is it a shadow or just some vision? Apocalyptic dream Tracing patterns to bring us down Who is it that walks? The March of d**h