Totem
Ursus Lyrics

As I dance in the void toying with the fire,
I am engaging with danger, living recklessly.

The final nail in the coffin, the funeral pyre.
This is the end - there's no turning back, no redemption.

I am lost. I am gone.
I feel adrift, like I don't belong or have any purpose.

Devil sold my soul and I am finally done.
I've made deals with the devil that have led me to this point of no return.

Contagion leaked into the air I breathe.
Something toxic or harmful has seeped into my life and is affecting me.

Please tell me what I′ve done.
I'm looking for someone to hold accountable for my actions or the consequences I'm facing.

In the house of the dead,
I'm surrounded by death, decay, and darkness.

God has abandoned me.
I feel alone and forsaken, like a higher power has turned its back on me.

Call me on my death day
When it's all said and done and I've met my end ...

Tell me it ends.
I want to believe that the suffering and pain will finally be over.

Tell me that I'm broken, lonesome, Totem.
Acknowledge the darkness within me, the isolation and despair, and the fact that I'm a symbol of something significant.

I′m falling away.
I am descending into chaos or oblivion.

Revel in the rotting undead.
Enjoy the fact that everything around me is decaying and dying.

Corpses rise from their death bed.
The dead are coming back to haunt the living.

The end of pain arrives, nails only scratch the surface.
Although something is ending, it's not enough to erase the hurt or trauma that's been experienced.

As I grasp for the air slowly losing control,
I'm reaching out for something, anything to hold onto, but it's slipping through my grasp.

I feel the weight of this world quickly taking its toll.
The stress and struggle of living is becoming too much to bear.

Is this life, is this death, is this my last breath.
I'm questioning my existence and whether or not I'm even alive anymore.

I lay in this grave filling this hellhole.
I'm trapped in a dark and hopeless place, with no way out.

The look of fear inspiring the grave digger.
Even death itself is afraid of what's happening to me.

Take me down to the depths, where it's much clearer.
Bring me to the lowest point possible so I can finally see what's happening to me and around me.

A cold dead hand pulls me downwards to take me home.
I'm being dragged down into a place of death and darkness, where I belong.

An early grave is what I crave.
Death and an escape from life is what I desire more than anything.

Take me deeper and deeper.
Sink me further into the abyss of despair and decay.

God has lied to me.
I feel like I've been deceived or misled by a higher power that I used to believe in.

Hear the bell tolls of weeping widows.
I can hear the mournful sounds of people who have lost loved ones and are grieving.

Grasping for the air.
People are struggling to hold onto life or what little hope they have left.

Bury me.
I'm ready to meet my end and be laid to rest.

Low.
I'm feeling down, hopeless, and alone.