Indecipherable Sermons of Gloom

I have always been dead inside They call unto my name, their whispers they grow The bond between me and this world has been broken My beliefs have been scorched My faith is reduced to ash Their whispers grow louder Begins my transformation into the that will bring on the end Their dismal liturgies summoning Before you see the truth you must pray for misery Sadness, our journey through hopelessness will never end There are no saviours in this wretched world Dismal liturgies summon the bleak Voices casting incantations of doom Tell me to take their form I have become gloom They speak in tongues Incantations of doom I have become gloom There are no saviours in this wretched world Dismal liturgies summon the bleak I've always been dead inside My faith is reduced to ash Their whispers grow louder Voices casting the truth