Gaping Grave Awaits

Sepulchral grasp holds
A cold grip on your soul
Claustrophobic valut
Ravishing end now unfolds
The haunting void roars
Surrounds your severed heart’s contours
He shine of your exustence
Floating aimlessly through Death’s maze
Gaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace
The scent of (the) Reaper’s Breath
Coils around your neck
The sounds of soil
That hits your coffin door
The lid’s closed forever
The vacuum of Death’s womb
The hinges are corroding
Oblivion’s pendulum swaying
Gaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace
Gaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace