Where Rivers of Sorrow Flow (2026) Luciferian 🇨🇴 Colombia

In desperation, existence holds; we are led astray
Through the darkest night, we wander endlessly
Where rivers of sorrow flow, our pain finds rest
Death calls our true name; its hunger is never satisfied...
The rivers of sorrow flow, our pain finds rest
Death whispers our true name; its hunger is never satisfied...

The ruins of our dreams, in anguish we break
Like prisoners in these painful landscapes
Where rivers of sorrow flow, our pain finds rest
Death calls our true name; its hunger is never satisfied...
The rivers of sorrow flow, our pain finds rest
Death whispers our true name; its hunger is never satisfied...

Our hearts, like shattered glass; each breath, a heavy toll
In this unending night, towards the silent call...

Oh, Son, be my light through this woe.
This pain, a cold that freezes my broken heart;
A lonely path, the final tragedy of my life;
A desolate existence, a nightmare etched into my mind...

Oh, Son, your life faded away in a cruel world;
Your flame was violently torn away.
My final dawn, Death devoured your life cycle;
A final breath; now silence reigns where you once stood...

I've finally accepted the silence of your absence.
They say time heals all, but it's a lie...
Because the pain has become my truest friend,
I only yearn to wait for my end to set me free.

The art of despair and pain;
A soul’s yearning for eternal rest;
My mind riddled with false illusions.

Force-fed with madness,
I cannot grip myself.
I wander; my essence solely wanes.
Drowning in the torrent of pure disgrace,
Upon the cold edge, my will breaks.

Devoured by relentless pain,
Engulfed by the black tide of despair.

The art of despair and pain;
A soul’s yearning for eternal rest;
My mind riddled with false illusions.

Force-fed with madness,
I cannot grip myself...

A desolate landscape, where hope lies dead;
A symphony of silence, a world beyond despair.
Whispers of the dying sun, whispers of the dying sun;
Whispers of the dying sun, whispers of the dying sun.

The winds are weeping through skeletal trees,
Reflecting the emptiness of inevitable death.
Whispers of the dying sun, whispers of the dying sun;
Whispers of the dying sun, whispers of the dying sun.

Devastated horizons, stretching far and wide;
A mournful lament, a sorrowful sigh.
Reflecting the emptiness, at the end of my life;
No pain, no suffering, all left behind...

The stars are distant, indifferent eyes,
Witnessing the suffering beneath burning skies.
They offer no comfort, no guiding light's grace,
Just cold, cosmic silence in this lonely life...

In the silent night, approaching the unknown;
Lost in despair, my heart turned to stone.
Lost in the void, drowning in pain;
Fading light, fading life, pure darkness reigns.
Pure darkness reigns...

My spirit crushed, trapped in this tomb;
The moonlight fades, a shroud of gloom.
My spirit shattered, a story untold;
No light, no warmth, just eternal cold.
Eternal cold...

My soul in anguish, forever in disdain;
Emptiness consumes, as sanity wanes.
As sanity wanes...

My soul in anguish, myself starts to break;
Darkness ascends, where sadness blends.
As sanity wanes...

A tragedy appeared that day, Death's cold embrace;
Dreams faded away, the skies turned black.
Shattered dreams upon the barren ground...

The dirge ascends... ascends.
The light has failed... has failed.
No solace found... solace found.
Just endless void... endless void, life fading.

Meanings of blackened visions, turning all to grey;
Each dawn a curse, the skies turning black.
Shattered dreams upon the barren ground...

The dirge ascends... ascends.
The light has failed... has failed.
No solace found... solace found.
Just endless void... endless void, life fading.

The fragile thread, that binds us to life,
Grows thinner now, consumed by the suffering of life.

In this eternal silence, I find my solace;
In the depths of sadness,
Where the light is left behind.
A mournful spell,
A legacy of pain;
My mind in chaos,
Beyond repair.

The howling winds whisper: "Here I remain."
In these realms of pain, I find my end;
I curse the chains that bind our sorrow,
This heavy burden, a never-ending hate.

Behold the pale glimmer of the Moon,
A falling star that yields its final light...
Under the withering cold and grey moonlight,
A snuffed candle before the dawn.
A mourning chant of despair rings in this void;
I yearn for this to end once and for all...

In this eternal silence, I find my solace;
In depths of sadness,
Where the light is left behind.

Fueled by the fury that runs through my veins,
I seek the place where no light shall dwell.
I am the tomb beyond these mortal dreams;
This boundless sorrow, a curse, a cruel spell.

The endless nightmare has lost its domain;
I found the strength that pure darkness offered me.

I curse your Gods and the sky where They reign;
The despair I carry is the weapon I wield...

The promised oblivion did not arrive;
The curse of existence demands I survive.
My soul, once a whisper, now the final word is silence:
The eternal silence...

My life is the sentence; I shall never be done.
The poison of pain I drink deeply forever.