In This We Dwell

We adapt to pain

In the hour we'll fight until the grave

As darkness sets on dead cells

Crawling rise, to which they fell

The dead sing out for my soul

Before they hide in their own hell

In this we dwell

We are trapped in blame, in a tower of spite

Until the darkness strikes the death knell

Paralysed bewitch the spell

The dead sing out for my soul

A torment thrives the dismal shell

In This We Dwell