Xanthochroid
Through Caverns Old and Yawning
What a friend
What a friend
Has Torment
Found in me
My chest, my chest
A cavern
Wherein he may dwell
My eyes
But shadows
My mind, my mind
A void
Unable to escape
This vile, vile
Carcass
I shall remain
Purposeless, purposeless
Without thoughts
But what a friend
What a friend
Has Torment found in me