Absence Of Life Monotony Of Existence

Among the ocean of memories, Drowning in apathy, Every step I make is One step closer to death. I see the ruins of my weakened mind, I feel the cold of my broken heart. It s time to stop this neverending nightmare. I ll meet the sky in this room. Mortified conscious Falls into a drunken sleep. I m giving myself entirely To the monotony of existence. Helpless and useless I tear my face to pieces, I hear hundreds of voices And none of them tells me to stop. I see the ruins of my weakened mind, I feel the cold of my broken heart. It s time to stop this neverending nightmare. I ll meet the sky in this room. Filmed edited by Nat Nazgul Inga Max Live on March 31th, 2019 Minsk, Brugge club from gig with Forgotten Tomb, Woe Unto Me and Raventhrone