A grave for us
Argar Lyrics

we are the kingdom of the dead
We are not the living, but the ones who have departed from the world into the realm of the dead, where darkness reigns supreme.

where darkness take our cold souls place
The dark abyss of the afterlife has consumed us, and our souls exist entombed in its grip.

the world is a grave for us
The world we knew no longer exists for us; we are forever isolated in death, with a lonely existence akin to being trapped in a tomb.

from our tormented eyes flow tears of stone
Feeling bound to the cruel existence of the afterlife, our grief flows endlessly in the form of unfeeling, cold tears made of stone.

all we have seen and felt is hate and death
In life, we experienced nothing but relentless horrors: endless suffering, death, and feelings of hate that never ceased to consume us.

moon lights the ominous shadow of humanity
When we gaze upon the moon in the afterlife, we see the lurking darkness of humanity behind those who still live.

nothing has sense in this ruinous life
In this desolate unlife, the world holds no meaning, and all that we know is the endless torment of unfeeling existence.

black sky is a pantheon for human laments...
The black, inky sky swallows the sounds of human suffering, making a macabre tome to the endless laments of the living.

in a graveyard of broken statues our cold bodies rest
Our soulless forms lie frozen and lifeless, cast among a sea of broken statues in a symbolic graveyard that reflects the ruinous nature of our current existence.

every statue reflects a pain...
Each of the statues around us captures and echoes the same despairing agony and suffering that came before us.

(... pain carved in black stone ..)
The suffering has become etched into every fiber of our being, an all-encompassing force that extends both throughout our physical bodies and into the world around us.

pain of... incomprehension
The numbing pain that comes with the inability to understand our sudden departure from life, so sudden, unjust and cruel

pain of... desperation
The anguish of despair, knowing that we can never return to the world of the living and that there is no hope for us.

pain of... frustration
The hopeless frustration that comes from being forever trapped in the emptiness of the afterlife, unable to express anything meaningful or tangible.

pain of... intolerance
The unremitting loathing for the living and all that they stand for, and the feeling that any attempts to understand them is futile and fruitless.

pain of... hate
The endless suffering that stems from a life lived in perpetual hate towards others, and the knowledge that those feelings only deepen in death.

pain of... love
The bittersweet sting of love and longing, knowing that our inability to share that love with the living has left us abandoned and alone.

pain of... melancholy, pain of... solitude
The cold, hollow feeling of deep loneliness that comes with being trapped in a world devoid of living human interaction or companionship

our bodies of cold broken stone...
Our bodies in death have become dense and frozen, and we exist in an unparalleled state of emptiness that renders us lifeless and statuesque.

...reflect for black eternity
Eternally frozen, our empty and lifeless form will continue to reflect the myriad of pain and suffering we experienced in life and death.

what grim truth has been
The bleak realization of just how futile, cruel, and unrelenting humanity truly is, and the profound tragedy of life and death that we are trapped in.

of this decadent humanity...
The all-encompassing moral decay of humanity itself, and the vast, inescapable suffering and emptiness that is inherent to life itself.