On the edge of a cliff
In the shadows
Fear
Nothing looks the same
Returning to my storm
What I hated, I hated alone
Inhaling the sweet smell of the soulless
The origin of such sadness
Comes after details the avarice of a soul that vomits lament
Now it's no longer possible to regret
They are coming
To eat the carcass
From those who promised what they couldn't do
And in this day, I have to pay my debt
Everything becomes abstract
As I prepare my part of the deal
And I see my flesh being devoured
At the Raven's Feast