In the depths of despair, where darkness reigns,

A soul consumed by chaos, where hope barely survives.

I stand on the edge of this crumbling existence,

Waiting for the avalanche

The world is suffocating, drowning in decay,

As I yearn for the chaos, to tear it all away.

An echo of destruction, a bleeding symphony of despair,

The storm approaches, my salvation, the final resistance will rise.

Waiting for the avalanche, to bury it all,

The ruins of a broken world, where shadows fall.

Beneath the surface, lies the seething rage,

A twisted desire, a somber stage.

Rivers of anguish flow through every shattered street,

As the vultures circle above.

I am the harbinger of this dark impending fate,

Waiting for the avalanche,

to seal their tragic fate.

Waiting for your death.

Waiting for the avalanche, to bury it all,

The ruins of a broken world, where shadows fall.

Maybe you're just like the rest of them,

To fill the void inside yourself.

Maybe I'm just like the rest of them,

I hear your voice inside my head.

To bury it all

To bury it all