Like a love lost in the cold,
thru the grim shadows of old,
shadows that whisper of souls.
Like a love lost in the cold,
that strength less I shall behold thru years
of darkness or filtrate light,
it's always been easier to close the eyes,
rather than open them and see
what thou never ever wanted to see...
Once felt the weight of thy age,
call the Martyr to laugh and dance
upon thy graveyard of shame.
For love was lost and life was won,
all the other things are shades to be gone
and the path of mourning longs for more...
"Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto,
dance thy particular waltz
Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto,
upon my ridiculous grave"
Spirit and flesh are now rotting, their abode is so far, shall I find it?
For the path I am walking, it's so lonely and bleeding,
the grief's overwhelming and sadness is crying,
thou can taste all my sorrow for my life is so empty,
empty like words that are buried with loss.
Turn on thy back all that's shown is regret
and the shadows of death are unleashing their powers NOW!
Like a love lost in the cold,
thru the grim shadows of old,
shadows that whisper of souls.
Everything gone and never to return,
here's the coldness and the bleakness of it all,
a constant prelude to agony,
a following of seasons of apathy,
cruel are the eyes of misery,
black are the wings of my destiny,
primordial tears come out as knives...
The left half of the heart in the left hand,
the right half of the heart in the right hand...
...of darkness or filtrate light,
it's always been easier to close the eyes...
...Once felt the weight of thy age,
call the Martyr to laugh and dance
upon thy graveyard of shame
Obscurity - Mourning dwells in me,
Obscurity - A lifelong misery,
Obscurity - bleeding the soul away...
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones,
crushing everything that I'm holding inside and then going back again...
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones,
crushing everything I am holding inside and all left behind seem to come back again...
When senses are blinded and feelings distorted
call the Martyr to show thee the real true existence,
hypnotic delusions are blessed with confusion,
another landscape is silent with intent of revelation,
groping one's way towards the wastes of life,
why this seems to have no end?
Groping one's way towards the wastes of life,
please help me inhale the true existence!
thru the grim shadows of old,
shadows that whisper of souls.
Like a love lost in the cold,
that strength less I shall behold thru years
of darkness or filtrate light,
it's always been easier to close the eyes,
rather than open them and see
what thou never ever wanted to see...
Once felt the weight of thy age,
call the Martyr to laugh and dance
upon thy graveyard of shame.
For love was lost and life was won,
all the other things are shades to be gone
and the path of mourning longs for more...
"Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto,
dance thy particular waltz
Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto,
upon my ridiculous grave"
Spirit and flesh are now rotting, their abode is so far, shall I find it?
For the path I am walking, it's so lonely and bleeding,
the grief's overwhelming and sadness is crying,
thou can taste all my sorrow for my life is so empty,
empty like words that are buried with loss.
Turn on thy back all that's shown is regret
and the shadows of death are unleashing their powers NOW!
Like a love lost in the cold,
thru the grim shadows of old,
shadows that whisper of souls.
Everything gone and never to return,
here's the coldness and the bleakness of it all,
a constant prelude to agony,
a following of seasons of apathy,
cruel are the eyes of misery,
black are the wings of my destiny,
primordial tears come out as knives...
The left half of the heart in the left hand,
the right half of the heart in the right hand...
...of darkness or filtrate light,
it's always been easier to close the eyes...
...Once felt the weight of thy age,
call the Martyr to laugh and dance
upon thy graveyard of shame
Obscurity - Mourning dwells in me,
Obscurity - A lifelong misery,
Obscurity - bleeding the soul away...
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones,
crushing everything that I'm holding inside and then going back again...
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones,
crushing everything I am holding inside and all left behind seem to come back again...
When senses are blinded and feelings distorted
call the Martyr to show thee the real true existence,
hypnotic delusions are blessed with confusion,
another landscape is silent with intent of revelation,
groping one's way towards the wastes of life,
why this seems to have no end?
Groping one's way towards the wastes of life,
please help me inhale the true existence!