Suttarazina from Mukvariz by Anamura

Survival

In the depths of the night, shadows surround,
Death whispers softly, horror unbound.
Physical torment, a cruel embrace,
Psychological agony, a relentless chase.

Buried alive in the tomb of despair,
Injured while sleeping, solace is teared.
Eyes in the darkness, watching us weep,
Alert to the danger, that never sleeps.

Fears of survival, reign of darkness,
Coming from the depths, void and emptiness.
Nightmares of the shadows, haunt in the gloom,
Fate is sealed, impending doom.

Fear of death, the final domain,
Cause of pain, of body and mind.
While in sleep, buried or damaged,
taken, observed, persistent danger.

In slumber's embrace, where shadows lie,
A prey to the nightmares that never die.
Haunted by visions, of torment and dread,
Trapped in this cycle, where hope is but dead.

Madness whispers, through the veil of night,
A symphony of terror, blinding light.
Fears coming from the abyss so deep,
From the void they come, where shadows creep.

Mukvariz ikcha nah uko vukatha
Pakara ka Kulthu nah kuntho uko rhaturo
Khosizkauktu ikcha rhuyamo kosmuth
Phusaniz ka Nimaknaam ikcha uko tur zukta

[The fears will not be overcome
The call of the Cult cannot be resisted
The Lords of the End will rule the cosmos
The whispers of the Nameless will be your death]

• Ambient
• epic
• ethnic
• folk
• instrumental
• soundtrack
• Spain