Across The Field Of Thought - Soulgrind

Dying matters whitter for the minding thought

Love, hate, birth, death

Mirrors I bleed among

Through lust through pain molded, united

Nothingness only dust seeded

Blank soul breed

Into the pit of forbidden

Choaking breath by breath

Sweet emotions of solid dark

Light has weight, nevermore

Meaningless wonder dustwar

Across the field of thought

Old man scarves creatures

Molds them into emotions

Wice is he, only he knows

But more is and more were, evermore

My wisdom flys beyond

The gates of golden lakes

The dark waves of pleasure

The light for the evermore

Nevermore