Staring death in the eye at the very second leaving the womb. Existential questions arise along the lifeline. Will you be leader or follower? Will you seek beyond the common sense of 'why are we here' and find new meaning? And what hope can you cherish, when trust and faith trembles, with the fact of a constant failure that 'adorns' mankind?
"Mors Vincit Omnia" A fate - sprung at first light Behind my two eyes - All granted Ignites - And through the third I seek - Become - And Be -
March!
Oh well of infinite loss Vessel of my Magnus fall To you my grip is tightened Concealed in sway Death bound - On the shores of misery Riding a pale horse With Lightning bolt And scythe at hand
The return - to the morgue of Hope Return - But never to humanize
Speak with the voice of Nada A soundless sound to fill the void Awake in illusion For the soul to mesmerize Reign forth and prevail By the blackest of prophecies With tangled arms and iaws alike "Vi et Animo"
The return - to the morgue of Hope Return to nature's own
The decay - It lies in the curve of smiles In the hearts that yearn In the hearts that burn In blossoms that deprive In the Dead Gardens of light Where I uplift my gaze And I forever chase...
"...The soil of the wild untamed mind, in all it's grandeur & splendour. In which I plant my seeds to rise to a dismal height...
...It shall grow and overflow Rising high above the glow Blackening out the nursing light Of a now starving sun it once had grew upon"
The days of your life all are numbered Now go on, count backwards till the day that you'll die Divide it by three, but minus your poor fucking misery Does it add up to all that you could be?
Forever to Return To the Morgue of Hope In envy to yearn For the birth of DeathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
