Myrå

Frantic visions Deprived of light Serpents morph Void ignite Through fire I can see All that burns inside me Teeth grinding on my rotting flesh Forged a path where there is only death Teeth grinding on my rotting flesh Fragments collide There is only death There is nothing here There is nothing left There is nothing here There is only death Frantic visions Deprived of light Serpents morph Void ignite Through fire I can see All that burns inside me There is nothing here There is nothing left There in nothing here There is only death All shall burn To shed the skin Release the ashes To the wind

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 11, 2025