The host of a thousand sorrows This path before me I know not These limbs no longer my own Their whispers haunt my every thought In stasis, my cold body entrapped Lost in a world I hath forgot I hearken to the calling black Knowing there’s no turning back In a sunken state of tribulation I mourn the weeping dead And caress the urn of our misfortunes Clawing through the endless trench Toll the bell of absolution Of my suffering nevermore The solitude that which I seek Awaits me beyond the glowing door The host of a thousand sorrows This path before me I know not These limbs no longer my own Their whispers haunt my every thought Like dust in the carrying winds My traces here to vanish clean By the final hymn; forsaken