Souls lost and tortured by chasm of the void, contorted in feeble embrace, combined alone with inexistent mercy. Nothing’s remained of what there was before.
Mislaid in the abyss, all totally is gone, without understanding these feelings of anguish.
It’s a trembling blow on a candle whose flame turns off and fades in wind, no spark reanimates it, no light restores its core.
My errors torment me. I am guilty and victim. I think ’bout only wasted instants in that cold illusion’s cage, where I climbed the icy mounts to touch disintegrating tops. Transfiguration of my face, the blacker obscurity of a dimension with no start, no end.
Scared through oblivion, I’m seed of my own essence of evil. No way home.
No empathy for us damned, sucked in primordial coil, sweeping along black roots of first mistake before Earth awaked.
Mislaid in the abyss, all totally is gone, without understanding these feelings of anguish.
Rise of conscience breeds new madness. Absent spirits in our souls.
There was no choice, stained by the blood of the elders. Since we’re in cradles virtue’s illusion, a sweet tale to hide the afflictions. We’re just a wraiths’ horde roaming without destination, without any flag. Without any glow. Condemned by a spiritual sentence to be eternally alone, so anaesthetized, dead, for all time forgotten. No deliverance, there’s no liberation.
I am still awaiting to know if this is the final verdict. Forced in nameless compulsions, buried in agony of blackened emptiness, until that time which will never come.
Through the walls of isolation, bound to breathe intoxication, there’s a cause, asking myself to be judged by someone else. To believe in any law assuring me of where I’ll go Hell and Paradise deceive, you can’t break this unwanted curse.
Scared through oblivion, I’m seed of my own essence of evil. No way home.
No empathy for us damned, sucked in primordial coil, sweeping along black roots of first mistake before Earth awaked.
Caught into infinity of worst moments of my past life. Here is the hideout where dance all the shades, they’re crying ‘n’ scratching on thousands of thorns. A price for the sins made to live and survive for them, inner in sinners from most ancient times. From here to eternity I’ll lay in a dark grave. Hopes are gone, It’s too late for us all, for us all.
Mislaid in the abyss, all hopes now are gone, without understanding why we are falling.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
