In the blackest realms, where light is without existence
From there, there is a fog, a mist of forgotten souls
Screaming endlessly, but none can ever hear them
The darkness is without end, and their gates exclude no one
This is where we go, when we all die
Chasms of Sheol, open wide for humanity
Your life belongs here, your eternity also
Your deeds so righteous, are like pillars of menstrual rags here
May generations here and after you, love you like you wished to be
When you were once alive, before Mot enraptured thee
O Death
Your sting so real
Thou art enraptured me
To gates of afterlife
Where I know not my rest
My wounds are forgotten
Memories left astray
Sleeping inside my grave
Sleeping inside my grave
Resting the eternal rest
That lays fear into every soul
The sleep of eternal death
This is where life is eternal
This is where death is everlasting
Shall I burn in the empyrean fires of heaven
Or the fires of damnation in hell
In the end are we not all burning
In the midst of our restless suffering
Awaiting to die in this cruel world
Abandoned and yearning for lost hope
Might I find Rest
Might I see life
Might I be exceedingly wise
Might I have life of long days
Pulverizing, brutal, extreme and surreal black metal from this UK one-man project, “Vessel of Iniquity” is the sound of terror. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 30, 2017