Here in the Black

Here in the black there's a feeling of loss

But it's hungry and restless

And it's looking, desperate for something

And it feels like a child but not screaming or helpless

And it's absent of mercy, it's alive and it feels

But not a shred of compassion or love

It comes like a pouring of evil, it's a stain on the ground

It's a desolate shadow of fear

It's dark and I'm lost, there's a breath in the wind

And the breath is malicious

And I don't know whether to run

Or should I drop to my knees and pretend I'm religious?

Because it's cold and I'm scared

And the whispers are a madness that forces a question to God

Is this real or imagined?

Because if I'm asleep, well then I don't need to scream for long

Here in the black it comes

Here in the black it comes

Here in the black it comes for me

Here in the black I'm lost

It's here and I'm found, like a thought in the mind

But it's beautifully vicious and I can't hide, not sure if I want to

It crawls in the mist like a vision of Judas and it's

So close I can feel it, and I'm chilled to the bone like a statue in ice

But it's unsure if it's enough so it waits for the ghost

For the demon assassin of God

Here in the black it comes

Here in the black it comes

Here in the black it comes for me

Here in the black I'm lost

And all you see is dark and vague

And all you feel is life unmade

And all your hopes just bleed away

And all you are is lost and fades

Here in the black it comes

Here in the black it comes

Here in the black it comes for me

Here in the black I'm lost