Lirieke: In Flames. Lunar Strain. Everlost, Pt2.

Lights are dim, my tearful windows
Through which no emotions pass
Starvation of senses claws my soul

Answer me, are these walls my only shelter?
From the bleeding atmosphere
Take me from this land

I deliver thee from this agony
A storm to cleanse thee
Mine is the right to be
Maelstrom of the everlost

This is the curse of [Incomprehensible]

All is dark, all but one aspect of life
To be shackled in a shell, so misleading
These are the chains bestowed upon me
Let me pass into the darkened midnight
There is no light

The sounds, faceless lights, hands tear apart
Dissolve possessions you alone can take my soul
Take flight