Weight of the Sun

Beholder's Cult

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Days pass by me, carved in time
Immortal soul transits like a ship
Adrift and aimless
In my eternal appeal
In everything, I’ll find

A path worse than death
Deprived of all faith
Stifled screams
Under dying stars
Colors disappear
With the weight of the Sun

The light
In waves
Takes away

The paths of light leads to a fathomless void
And offer only poison
Only poison to sore eyes

We strive and strive
For poison
We burn
The Sun drained the colors from our eyes