You have certainly a way of conveying precise, focused feelings even with just one instruments. Immense sadness, and overwhelming weakness all imbued in a single loop. Powerful, and at the same time, full of crushing weakness.

Leading ourselves to death
Is the epitaph of life itself.
As we cast our last breath,
The cold darkness awaits
Our inglorious arrival.
In the land of unknown traits,
We finally rest, embraced by the void.

That grave we are slowly helping to dig,
Nameless and full of intrinsic sadness...
As we approach the deceiving blackness,
Everything merges into a vortex of deceit
Made of unknown essence, so destructive,
Yet familiar, primordial and corruptive.