OF THE COLD - ACT II (until the darkness envelops him)

Wake up, the game is far from over
The blind will see everything
Open eyes see only shadows
Searching for anything to soothe this dream
In the darkness a light whisper
A soft voice a malevolent note
Suddenly risen lifted by invisible hands
Dragged forwards to a darker black

The game is far from over

The next act starts, the path continues
A room of shards of distant memories
His fractured mind cannot join the pieces
The cuts shallow and deep
The stains tasteless

Pondering how many scars a body can bear

Until the darkness envelops him
Until his heart beats again
He'll fall far into his fate
Until his heart beats again

The stench of the red rust
The rise of droplets
From the floor, from the walls
Blood covers all
And there is an altar
A wreck of flesh, a beating heart
Monstrous and charred

He chokes on the emptiness
The hole within flooding with fear
Here now hear the echoes
A wide chasm of spectral shadows

As he struggles to breathe
Choking on the black waves

Thrashing this husk of what once was a man
This hollow being willingly damned
His own voice his undoing, his words the scythe
His every memory a ruin

From every direction a deep beating
Slow sick and fading
He knows he'll choke in this hole
Within his own heart he'll vanish, in this cavern lost

The game is far from over

Until the darkness envelops him
Until his heart beats again
He'll fall far into his fate
Until his heart beats again

Written by:
Andreas Johansson

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