Carne Noir

Burn to my touch
At my feet, incinerate
Scorch both flesh and spirit

Weep and falter
Upon the lithic step
Towards my burrow

Vestigial blitheness
Spawning mournful dreams
Wiping the light from the sky
Immerse with my sickness
The suffering I radiate
A beacon at the shores of hell

Attached to the decline
Lapse into decay
Into the dismal circle

Hell
Writhing in hell
Scorn
In scorn at myself

Die with me
Fall with me
Die with me
Burn in me

Die with me
Burn in me

Scorched is the mind
Charred is the soul
Scared is the thought
Black turns the flesh

Fall into
My embrace
Die with me
I am the end