Withering Seclusion (Morta Skuld)

Running through solitude The walls last for ever Mere flesh and blood Destine to this place My screams for help ignored Laughs possess all being Withering in seclusion Fear to inhibit by the meek Is before our God Sadness covers me As I rise to fall This illusions is For our past lies This place taunts me Darkened by fear Guarded by all apin Cast down by all fate In agony do I weep To exist on falling ruins Pieces of sinful diversion Torn apart in seclusion