Claustrophobic from Calamity by From Dying Suns

blanketed in this, blackened abyss
marching towards these cunning voices into the deepest of crypts

torches are lit in every room
there is no way out of here, only the shadows loom
incorporeal figures forming in these lower planes
spectral servants, legions of dead

chaos bringer
the black embrace calling me home
formless mother
she whispers to me in languages unknown

animated, resurrected
anatomically foul

an abhorrent visage forms before my eyes
a sight to leave you paralyzed
claustrophobic, catastrophic
the walls are closing in the path is denied

there is no way out of here
a tomb for the wicked, a labyrinth of fear
a hundred sigils forming before my eyes for sacrifice
in these catacombs of demise

let it be said, these wretched beings will never see me slowly slip away
those blessed with fear; armed with faith and reveries until the black prevails

shapeshifting gatekeepers
psionic soulsuckers

the choking stench of death,
consuming me with every breath

let it be said, these wretched beings will never see me slowly slip away
those blessed with fear, armed with faith and reveries until the black prevails

• Death Metal
• Metal
• Progressive Metal
• Thrash Metal
• Canada