Vermörd - Cenotaph Mirari Lyrics

A gallery of forgotten shame
Too many deeds to come undone
A passage way to the other side
An underworld of lost souls
With no chance of redemption
Why did it end this way?
How did I run out of time?

A shadow staring back at me
A familiar lie

Lost I am with valorous intent
Long before my selfish ways
I hear the screams they chill my spine
The constant guilt grinding my fragilis mind

What kind of shrine would I leave?
One marked with vain?
One marked with blood?
Lots have been left unsaid

There was an idea of me, some kind of abstraction
But there was no real me, only an entity, something illusory
Despite my cold grasp
I am simply not there

What kind of shrine would I leave?
One marked with vain?
One marked with blood?
Lots have been left unsaid