Muse of Misery @TheBlasphemian
Muse of Misery  @TheBlasphemian
Uploaded August 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Lyrics:

Beneath the gloom of eviscerated skies
We shriek in pain—but even silence refuses to hear
The tears descend like stones that cannot cry
And time grows drunk on every passing year
I beg the void for signs it never gave
And yet my every dream returns me to the grave
What curse is this, to bleed, to break, to build anew,
Only to burn in my memories of you?

The mirror weeps with visages we wore
Each mask a wound we named and cast away
But every form returns a shade once more
To dance where ghosts forgot the light of day
We try to burn the roots, to salt the wretched seed
But shadows have no heart, no vein to bleed
No blood to spill, no necessary flaw
Embrace the darkness, once and for all

Oh Muse of Grief, thy touch is cold and kind
A lover clad in funeral perfume
You whisper myths I never meant to find
Then sing me back into my frozen tomb
I let you in, and let the silence grow
No fruit is borne and yet I reap the woe
And feed it to the echoes of my dreams
A garden watered with my own misery
You are the only truth I’ve ever known
Somehow the hatred feels like home
Muse of MiseryHowl to the King𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔞𝔫 - Dirge (Instrumental)
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Muse of Misery

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