A Way into Relief by Frowning Lyrics

Lost the will to live
Death is the only thing that could extricate me
From this curse of sorrow
So I take a rope and roam from life to death
Now I've arrived at this old dark masonry
In a cold wooden crate I lie
Between all these candles which are alight
Just mine is extinct
Grow, cold, dead
There's no bottom
I'm falling deeper and deeper into the depths of decease
Submerged in a sea of tears
The tears of those who mourn about the loss
In thе mousey fog of depression
Oncе I kneeled and showeled the moist soil
Now i lay down beside your grave
And finally the longing is satisfied