...Of Every Strain - Beyond The Embrace

Why can’t I feel the life that I breathe?

Why am I so consumed?

Despair the face of every strain my thoughts are weak and torn

Reap what you have sewn

The flame that burns my heart is blown

I wear a face that hides my pain amidst my world of anger

How much longer can I remain, behind this mask of the damned

As I walk along this bacchanal of sin

It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within

Reap what you have sewn

My faith in life is gone

This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast

Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds

My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast

Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words

I bide my time awaiting one final chance to reflect on the past

Of this disease I call my life

As I walk along this bacchanal of sin

It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within

Reap what you have sewn, my faith in life is gone

This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast

Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds

My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast

Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words.