Eventide Of Abysmal Grief
Harvest of Sorrow: Embracing Desolation
Lyrics
How long have I been searching for a way out of this world?
Seeking an escape from this world has been a prolonged endeavor.
How long have I looked at the mirror with no familiar face?
Reflections in the mirror reveal an unfamiliar, changed self over time.
This rotten world just might as well burn
Expressing a disdain for the corrupted state of the world.
I feed the flames and smile again!
Embracing destruction, finding joy in fueling the destructive forces.
The trails of light surround this eventide of abysmal grief
Describing the ambiance of profound sorrow, marked by trails of light.
I am nothing now but a harvester and you are the yield
Personal identity reduced to a harvester, with others as the harvested.
I am the reaper
Embracing the role of a reaper, symbolizing death or destruction.
I have lost all of my faith for humanity again
Loss of faith in humanity, indicating a deep disappointment.
I know it is far too late, for you to repent
Recognizing the impossibility of repentance due to the lateness of the hour.
Feeling helpless you start to pray
Depicting a state of helplessness leading to a plea through prayer.
No one will answer, for you are the prey
Highlighting the futility of prayer, suggesting the individual as prey.
Trails of light surround this eventide of abysmal grief
Reiteration of the sorrowful atmosphere with trails of light.
I am nothing now but a harvester and you are the yield
Reiterating the identity as a harvester amid a world of sorrow.
Run away, dear child of faith
Advising someone, likely a believer, to escape the impending doom.
The scythe will reach you too
Forewarning that even the faithful won't escape the impending danger.
There's no divine light where I send you
Rejecting the presence of divine intervention in the impending fate.
Trails of light surround this eventide of abysmal grief
Recurrence of the sorrowful ambiance with trails of light.
I am nothing now but a harvester and you are the yield
Reiteration of identity as a harvester amid sorrow, emphasizing inevitability.
I am the reaper
Reaffirmation of the role as a reaper, underlining the theme of destruction.
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