Lyrics Indecipherable Sermons of Gloom - Disentomb

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