Pavor Nocturnus letra

A plague of the mind
Phantom glares
The night is young
Can’t escape this hell

I can’t walk
I can’t crawl
I mean nothing
I am nothing

Unable to move
Shadows with disfigured faces
Limbs thrash
A cadaverous shriek

A blight on the soul
Spirits swarm
Apparition dissolves
The visions are dead

A life filled with regrets
An awful burden for such a weak soul
I can’t move
It’s all just in our heads
Even if this sorrow overwhelms
I must move

Slash at their flesh, rip off their limbs, crush all their bones
This world is not real
Burn off their skin, slice through their skulls, harvest their souls
This world is not real

Oak Pantheon - Letras

• A Prayer For Light
• An Altar Of Limbs
• Architect Of The Void (Part I)
• Architect Of The Void Pt II
• Aspen
• Burden Of Growth
• Climb
• Dawn As A New Day
• Descend Into Winter
• Enormity
• Falling
• Fear Me
• Float
• From a Whisper
• GodSon
• Grasp The Apparition
• In The Dead Of Winter Night
• It
• Mirth Of The Divine
• Pavor Nocturnus
• Roots Of Man
• So Grossly Incandescent
• Sol
• We Will Tear Down The Gods