Panta Rei / Gather in Me No More - Atrox

The autumn sun is restrained to wither

As the winter assumes with its pale pride

The last of life is smothered

Only the remembrance of a season’s departure is left behind

As a ghastly hand sweeps the landscape

The eternal conquering of seasons

And deprivement of beauty and life

The sun is restrained to wither

Only to perish into the twilight of seasons

An eternal eclipse between phases of conquering

(Gather In Me No More)

This penetrating pain arousing from its sleep

This pallid flesh hiding in shades

These hollow orbits watering the ground

Frantic ghouls lurking in my shadow

Reptiles crawling under my skin

Temptations

Swansong from the tarn

Cold caresses of a quivering shroud

The phasma cradling me in its arms

Its wormwood tongue rasping my face

Flee from me, spirits of ferocity

And open the gates of this limbo

Come to me, bringer of joy

And disembody my pain

Hinder the inflow of figments

Let them gather in me no more

Stop the bleeding

Heal my wounds

Melt the frost in my veins

Dissolve the sickened — red haze round me

And stop the toll of the knell