I'm crawling, down through this, abysmal wasteland.
They’re coming, over here, they’re looking for me.
Surviving, and hiding, amidst the corpses.
Abysmal, forces are, coming to swallow me.
I’m being swallowed by the abyss.
The end is, coming near, why can’t you see it.
The darkness, approaches, black void presiding.
Soon you’ll be, amidst thee, disgusting roaches.
No time for, your tears when, your body’s cold and (gone!)
I’m running on.
I can’t see the sun.
I’m running on.
My doom has come.
I’m being swallowed by the abyss.
The encroaching darkness, devouring all that's near.
Forcing me, to succumb, everything that is dear.
The soulless, eyes of all, that have been deceived.
Standing there, staring there, forever haunting me!
Forever haunting me!
I’m running on.
I can’t, see the sun
I’m running on.
My doom, has come.
Philadelphia upstarts Crypt Sermon cleave yet another epic slab o' doom full of fantastical thrills and kickass solos. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2019