Withering Seclusion - Morta Skuld

Running through solitude

The walls last for ever

Mere flesh and blood

Destine to this place

My screams for help ignored

Laughs possess all being

Withering in seclusion

Fear to inhibit by the meek

Is before our God

Sadness covers me

As I rise to fall

This illusions is

For our past lies

This place taunts me

Darkened by fear

Guarded by all apin

Cast down by all fate

In agony do I weep

To exist on falling ruins

Pieces of sinful diversion

Torn apart in seclusion