Blood from the Portrait of Reality by Nihil Invocation Lyrics

Blood drips from the portrait
Of reality
Slowly fading
A distant memory

Nails penetrating all we have left
Clawing to grasp the times
Of when we were

There is no light
Only the willingness to conquer
Shines through the weak

Writhing in this winter's cold
Desolate and bleak
Becoming dust in the immensity of time