Cold Fingers

Surrounded by the darkness
Fear and woe fill you up
There is nothing for you here
Save for the impending misery

Can you feel the breeze
Singing of your coming death?
You know you cannot last
Despite how you struggle

Oh, pathetic creature of sun
You are blinded in my fury
In this temple to the shadow
Reeking of corpse's flesh

Succumb to me and my might
The night comes like a shroud
Into shadow you will fall
Dragged down into black

A million demons caress
And tear at your body
You will be hollow, empty
Nothing but purest evil

Laugh at the suffering
Smile at the infinite pain
In blackened madness you dwell
You are mine and I am yours

The hands of man are weak
You are a shade without pain
Another set of cold fingers
To drag more to the grave