Walking,
through the shadows, lost in the dark,
whispers of the lost souls haunting like a,
spark, cries of anguish echoing a chilling melody in this realm of despair where nothing sets us free.

We're trapped in this void,
our souls in unrest.

We're in the land of the forgotten,
around a purgatory,
where the lost wander namelessly,
seeking their glory.

But there's no escape,
no hope to be found,
in this eternal elope where silence is profound,
and death is profound.

Growth of the past,
we go haunting our dreams,
memories of the living,
tearing at the seeds.

We're stuck in this cycle,
a never-ending plight,
in this purgatorial state where day turns to night.

We're bound by our sins,
a fate we can't outrun.

We're in the land of the forgotten,
around a purgatory,
where the lost wander namelessly, seeking their glory.

But there's no escape,
no hope to be found,
in this eternal elope where silence is profound,
and death is profound.

We're in the land of the forgotten, around a purgatory,
where the lost wander namelessly,
seeking their glory.

But there's no escape,
no hope to be found,
in this eternal elope where silence is profound,
when the locked.