Lake Of Decay
Wraith of the Ropes Lyrics

Blackened laughter, what we're after
We seek out dark, twisted humor to lighten our lives, but it only leaves us blackened and corrupted.

Winds of change will, bring disaster
Change can be destructive and chaotic, like a powerful wind that destroys everything in its path.

Broken limbs will, lie in ashes
The destruction wrought by chaos leaves a trail of destruction in its wake, with broken bodies and shattered lives reduced to mere ashes.

Legions form from dying masses
Out of chaos and destruction emerge powerful groups united by a common cause, born from the ashes of those who have perished.

Pain... never-ending pain...
The lingering effects of a ruthless and unforgiving world are felt in every moment of our lives, with pain as the constant reminder of our mortality.

Limbs of clay will drift away
Our physical bodies are nothing but temporary vessels, destined to decompose and return to the earth from which they came.

What's insane will stay the same
No matter how chaotic or irrational the world may seem, there is a morbid comfort in the fact that some things will always remain consistent.

Waves of pain will cure the brain
While pain may be constant, it can also serve as a powerful purifier, scouring away our baser impulses and cleansing us of our sins.

Connect our veins to the lake of decay
We are all bound together by our shared fate, destined to return to the fallen world from which we came.

Life after life, reborn revived
Despite the inevitability of death, there is always the hope of rebirth and renewal in a seemingly endless cycle of life and death.

The living die, but the dead survive
In a sense, the living are the ones who truly suffer, while the dead are free from the endless cycle of pain and suffering that mark our existence.

Yellow fingers reach for the sky
Even in death, there is the haunting reminder of what we once were, with fragile hands reaching upwards towards the heavens.

From decay, the dead will rise
In this world of decay and chaos, there is always the chance of rebirth and resurrection, a new beginning born from the ashes of the past.

Spread the plague, await the grave
There is a morbid sense of joy in reveling in the chaos and destruction around us, knowing that the grave awaits us all.

Within our shells, spirits depraved
Our physical bodies are mere shells, housing a spirit that is twisted and corrupted by the darkness of this world.

In this form, fate demands
Our mortality is an inevitability we cannot escape; we are all destined to be drawn back into the dirt from which we came.

Death will form where we lay our hands
In this world of chaos and destruction, even the slightest touch can bring about death and destruction.

Our broken frames that bare affliction
Our mortal bodies are constantly racked with pain and affliction, a reminder of our own mortality.

And tearless eyes that seek salvation
Even in the depths of despair, we seek a glimmer of hope and salvation, even if it seems elusive and unattainable.

We grind our teeth, and bleed infection
Our suffering never quite ends, as even the smallest wound can fester and infect us, leaving us in perpetual agony.

We see our fate in the lake's reflection
Gazing into the depths of a still lake, we are confronted with the stark reminder of our own mortality, and the inevitability of our eventual demise.

The curse of the wretched
Our lives are marked by a sense of utter futility, as we struggle in vain to escape the inexorable march of time towards our own demise.

The breathless, and sickened
We are all caught in the grip of death, with each breath a reminder of our own impending doom.

To crawl below heaven
We are fated to dwell in the darkness of this world, forever denied entrance to the paradise beyond.

And writhe with the wicked
Our embrace of this world's malevolence dooms us to an eternity of suffering and torment, forever bound to the wickedness that surrounds us.

Casket bound, in tattered skin
Our physical bodies are but temporary prisons, clad in skin that is slowly decaying and wearing away.

I ache to let the maggots in
Our inevitable decay and death seems like a terrible fate, but there is almost a sense of morbidity fascination with the idea of becoming one with the earth that will eventually consume us.

I don't deserve this
Even a life of pain and suffering seems like too much to bear, as we cling to the hope that there is some sort of reward or respite waiting for us beyond the grave.

I crack the surface
We are trapped beneath the surface of this unforgiving world, yearning to break free and escape our own mortality.

Draining blood, in flesh of canvass
Our tortured existence seems almost like a painting, with our blood and suffering etched into the very fabric of this world.

Armies march with static eyes
Even in the midst of the clamor and chaos of this world, there is a sense of stillness and stagnation, with armies of the dead and dying marching unerringly towards their inevitable fate.

Wondering if we're alive
Even in the midst of such darkness and decay, there is a faint glimmer of hope, with the living wondering if there is some way to escape the clutches of death and decay and truly live again.