Dreams and calumnies
Each dawn I wake up on a bed of harrows
Resigned in times past I can't let them overwhelm my wills
Dreams and calumnies
Each dawn I wake up on a bed here bellow
Released by the warmth of an old dead call tree !
Following the path, the path of dying lights
Drunk of vain hopes, crippled in my flesh
Consumed are the candles as I drew near
Digging my tired heart with a firebrand
Facing the skies, cavernous spiral staircase
I rush for the light at a slower pace
The drip of life beats my ascent
Wounded euphoria in bitterness
The light moves away, weakened luminosity
Oozing vault flowing inth the gulf, idyllic lakes don't reflect myself
Despicable nails of holocaust slowly pierce my heart
Consumed are my lungs on the altar of shrieks
Exuberant shades overcoming the walls
A dead weight on my bruised shoulders clouding the filth
Laborious climb through a chimeric crowd
Feeling of motionlessness, attraction of the void
I believe in a rising but the level gets down
Triumphant darkness, I evolve with touch and finally collapse !
Creeping on the floor, anguish and helplessness
Seeking the loophole of the dark so wild
Desperate tears don't want to leak
Trapped in myself, of dust I feed
Anachronistic is the pulse of womb !
A wind coming from the movement of dead raw wings !
Is this end for real ? Is this end for real ?
Unrelentingly carrying the dreaded burden !
Resigned in times past I can't let them overwhelm my wills
Deviant behaviours revive my spirit
Released by the warmth of an old dead call tree...
Each dawn I wake up on a bed of harrows
Resigned in times past I can't let them overwhelm my wills
Dreams and calumnies
Each dawn I wake up on a bed here bellow
Released by the warmth of an old dead call tree !
Following the path, the path of dying lights
Drunk of vain hopes, crippled in my flesh
Consumed are the candles as I drew near
Digging my tired heart with a firebrand
Facing the skies, cavernous spiral staircase
I rush for the light at a slower pace
The drip of life beats my ascent
Wounded euphoria in bitterness
The light moves away, weakened luminosity
Oozing vault flowing inth the gulf, idyllic lakes don't reflect myself
Despicable nails of holocaust slowly pierce my heart
Consumed are my lungs on the altar of shrieks
Exuberant shades overcoming the walls
A dead weight on my bruised shoulders clouding the filth
Laborious climb through a chimeric crowd
Feeling of motionlessness, attraction of the void
I believe in a rising but the level gets down
Triumphant darkness, I evolve with touch and finally collapse !
Creeping on the floor, anguish and helplessness
Seeking the loophole of the dark so wild
Desperate tears don't want to leak
Trapped in myself, of dust I feed
Anachronistic is the pulse of womb !
A wind coming from the movement of dead raw wings !
Is this end for real ? Is this end for real ?
Unrelentingly carrying the dreaded burden !
Resigned in times past I can't let them overwhelm my wills
Deviant behaviours revive my spirit
Released by the warmth of an old dead call tree...