My Twisted Symphony
As the time passed by Mental words were something real. In years long gone you expressed what you felt. With the time gone the feelings, Emptiness was what you found. Chorus: I can't understand the replacement for those honest moments, Of pureness in your mind. I can't forget the feeling which made me strong, Fly on the wings of time. And the clock is ticking like a time bomb in our minds, The flame still burning, the beast that burns inside. Take my wings, take them higher, in the meantime you will fly.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 22, 2026
Magic thoughout the universe, So many stars, so many hopes, A steel faith, a good heart, A smart manner in which to live appart. Chorus: A rock, Inside of me. The light, Must be set free. The grear, Still locked within. The path, Should be more clear. Chaos ias a part of the order that rules Order is a part of the chaos that consumes. Madness is a part of the sanity and faith, Sanity is a part of the madness that we live. So now, I'm one, So now, you're gone, Now it's me to work it out, Now it's me to face the doubt. Tried to spread your inner self, Like a disease or like a plague, A steel inside, but what's within, Don't be afraid from what you fear.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Looking inside, battles arise, Battles inside I cannot hide, And only one will stay alive, it's my strong will to survive, Stronger than ice, colder than stone, I must be. Chorus: Life is yours, and horror's mine Future lost before my eyes Violent visions, always seen, The pain of war left scars, Screams of pain that never end Aliby of mine From the fields of sorrow, We come without excuse, We run without fear in our hearts. Can't move, can't see, it was written on the wall for me. We will die by our own hands. No value for mental words that always come again and again.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the mist of cursed November, Justice took its place by a gun. Three bullets that killed, that murdered Set a flame all over the ground In the garden of my memories, Where no sense or beauty were found, In the garden of mine. Red sky, my visions fly, the flames are mine. A cure of god, not a ruler of my world, Cut my sanity like sword. Chorus: My twisted symphony of sorrow and grief Attacks me with endless nights without sleep, Arising from the ashes, morning brings my tears... Perish to death. For me you'll always be a soldier of peace in me Above, you smile, our eyes will never dry, to the mountains I cry...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026