Silence from Metanoia by Grob

Agony is like a razor, cutting into the heart. Claws are stretching, reaching for the sky.
As if sacrifice was nothing but mockery... Be my victim, an essence that was meant to die.
Doubt is like a seed, poisoning the mind, weeds are stretching, eclipsing the sun.
As if salvation was nothing but a lie... I am life, I was meant to die.
Underneath constellations, I lay in the dirt, one hand gives another takes, shadows are floating around.
Burying myself, among the decaying roots. I'll choke in silence, while the dead fill my lungs with blood.
I'll suffer in silence, while her scythe penetrates my soul. No new dawn, shall wake me up.
Bloodstained soil, as I fall. Breathless gaze, forsaken horizons. Blooddrenched soil, where I am reborn.
Underneath constellations, I lay in the dirt, one hand gives another takes, shadows are calling... my name.
They are screaming... my name...

• Black Metal
• Blackened Death Metal
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Slovenia