Until the Last Breath - Svart Crown

Astray, reclushed in the blur of mind

Searching the weakness

The disease of souls

Infects what makes you a man

Blackest wounds are deep open

Dignity’s rape, down on her knees

Dying hopes forms the leather

Flogging the skin

In an absence of salvation

As the plague among rats

Crawling underground

Leaving the corpse moaning in sewers

No one quits the life surrounded

Miasma rising among the crowd

Until the last breath, close to dying

A colourless pit as way for the end, nothing for reward

The mind removes a step beyond the light

Left the worthless to the fire

And the soul to the void