Waiting For The Storm To Break - Joel Mckerrow Y The Mysterious Few Lyrics

My final prayer on the eternal road
to the lost paradise of souls
holding my heart in my hands
the heart devoured by cruelty.
Eternal kingdom of death
is my only certainty
skulls of dead bodies
how frightening and amazing,
immortality, past and memories
are captive in them.
Magic melodies approach me from
the endless dusky gulfs of eternity
widely opening my mouth
I can't give any voice out.
An unbearable fear cuts me off
from the rotten essence of the world.
Past is dead, so is future
I join the dead souls procession
their sacrificial ceremony
takes me down to the abyss of rejection,
the abyss of rejection.