Almost Dead Man
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
As life and death have their backs turned on one another never looking. Fall as hard as the season, let the air change, breathe it in. Asleep, whole conversations are had. Awake, not a word is said. Fall as hard as a body from high up, early for a meeting. Wall as hard as life and death. We turn back. There's no seeing over.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Born from death, now I'm going back to dust dead back home. Again from blackness, I'll be spawned with my death leash shortening always.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Mind the road let it get out of control, winding endless. Bring the roads to me, bring my next breath, bring the skies down, on the corner. We'll find hell in a word. We'll find emptiness between letters.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
When surrounding us is a darkness whole, that becomes us, and is our world, we become that hole from which all is born, begging our stars to stay as blackness. Still at peace with the darkness one cannot ignore the drums of war Existing not and now at peace, no longer a part under the command of existence.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Available is vision, for all eyes to see. Have a look at Light the Whore. Light who reveales space, gives place like God, and asks for only cancer.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
A breath is letters in storm. A breath is too much, too many things which never were, those poor words. What can be said can never make up for all those things which were never said. The quiet torture of words in a head, may the words hold their own pain. Let the words speak for themselves.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026