Exile from The Hermit by Blood Flowing

Putrefied walls, blood flowing
The smell of death shrouded in mystery
Exiled, segregated, counting the days
The night and its morbidity bring the aspect of terror

Fear reveals the true essence
And only in death do we know who we really are
In the darkness, I embrace my traumas
Absolute terror manifests

My mind collapses
Little by little, I daydream
I feel the human traits disappear
As I merge with these specters

This dark room is falling apart
The rigidity with which I hold this dagger
Gives me the necessary security
What do I need to end this cycle of fear?

What cannot be unraveled is fearful
Everything that was cast into this soil will die
All paths and ways will lead to the end
Trying to escape the inevitable is so empty

Exiled, segregated,
Dehumanizing oblivion
Morbid, pale, terrifying is the end
That permeates my tragic and rejected life

• Black Metal
• Depressive Black Metal
• Depressive Suicidal Black Metal
• Metal
• Nova Friburgo