Depths of Hatred - Throes of Desperation Lyrics

I awaken from my slumber, an agonizing consequence. To breathe upon the living, no conscience, no regret. Feeding upon this nightmare, an abysmal reflection of utmost reason.
I look into the moonlight, howling at the sun.
Hear the whispers of lamentation.
A blasphemous pursuit to rid me of my agony.
A futile attempt to transcribe this unholy resentment. A seemingly unsettling irreverence of man.
As a servant of apostasy, I wither in the night.
I weep not for the blunder my sins will not ignite.
These tears of blood and martyr, an affliction so deserved. I'd pray in the bleakest hour, if only there were a god.
To worship the deity of evil and greed.
A preacher with hunger for vengeance, I bleed.
An empty stare carves deep within my soul.
I reap for sorrow, I'm not alone.
Embracing repentance, depression and grievance.
I lay in this heresy to conquer the great deception.
I, only in darkness, will vanquish the light.
Haunted by daemons, I will suffer through the tides.