A Small Boy and a Grey Heaven
This track is instrumental.
The image of the world I live in, born into, to fall into oblivion, is one huge arena of illusion and deceit! Nothing's real! Certain call and the show starts. The show starts! Commonness and self-laceration against the unceasing, unceasing lape of redemption. Certain call and the show starts. Commonness and self-laceration against the unceasing lape of redemption. Clowns, the masters of disguise are man's prototype. My fear of the future increases. This arena is crowded with clowns! Certain call and the show starts. Just one tear releases a violent river! Certain call and the show starts. The show starts! Commonness and self-laceration against the unceasing, unceasing lape of redemption. Clowns, the masters of disguise are man's prototype. My fear of the future increases. Certain call and the show starts. Just one tear releases a violent river!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
The heaviness of my heart seems a burden to me. Whatever they preach, I have to look for people like me. And so, so I have to join the wrong unmindful of virtue. I am eager for the pleasure of love more than for salvation. I am seized by desire but I have to keep the darkest night, hidden in the depth of my heart. It's the most bitter fate, fate is against me in love and virtue! I am heartened by my promise, I am downcast by my refusal! My refusal! There is nothing I need from anyone expect love and respect. And anyone who can't give me those two things has no place in my life. Be sure before I'll finish, I intend to celebrate this Hell I am involved in! There is nothing I need from anyone expect love and respect. And anyone who can't give me those two things has no place in my life. Be sure before I'll finish, I intend to celebrate this Hell I am involved in!
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
"Peace, peace? I hate the word as I hate, Hell, all Montagues and thee!" Mandkind's birth caused destruction, two feelings of love and hate. Destruction! Manipulation is the way to hide the truth. You control your feelings to reach your aims. You check up the thoughts to press upon your decision. Lies on the world, they are crossing the land until there is one world with one lie. One world, one lie! You control your feelings to reach your aims. You check up the thoughts to press upon your decision... One world, one lie...
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
I turn inside of myself, look back into my past, into nothing. The best time in life are barely present. I wish I could go back, tell that nice little boy to be stronger, to be brave. But I can't, he had his chance. I burn, I scream, I despair on... I despair on these thoughts of the past. I realize that I had barely lived, but just existed. It's too late now, and my thoughts feed on this grief. The grief creates tears that burn my skin. Unable to ease the pain! I float in hoplessness, for the time is gone and the boy is a man now. The end is a beginning for everything flows and we live to change. We live to learn, we live to change... The future's still open and to be lived like the past has been wasted. With hope in my heart I look forward...
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Moonlight! A glance of the moon into my blurred eyes. The darkness gives way to the beauty of the evening light. And in a faint moment, in this sheer endless time of despair and thought. Everything seems right, but it ain't and my soul drowns in self-pity. It's so damn hard to keep one's face, to do the right thing... Moonlight, beautiful moonlight, give back my heart to me.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Tortured by the agaony of self-laceration, full of pain and fear. My sense of self-preservation keeps me alive. The whole way of life paved by affliction and danger. More and more I recognize the cruelty of reality. Reality, the greatest plot of life! One walks, talks, sees, breathes, but doesn't live. One walks, talks, sees, breathes, but doesn't live. No, rather serve this growing edifice. One walks, talks, sees, breathes, but doesn't live. Controlsour of so called life. Death gives way to the living, straight into freedom. Way out of this edefice, everyone a brick in this stonework. Death gives way to the living, straight into freedom. Way out of this edefice, everyone... Day by day more people live in it, hour by hour their power rises and inevitably steals our breath. Day by day more people live in it! Death gives way to the living, straight into freedom. Way out of this edefice, everyone a brick in this stonework. Day by day more people live in it! Day by day more people live in it, hour by hour their power rises!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Blizzards reign, the fires by the pool. Their cold heat set ablaze my burning soul, embodiment at least. A fear rises, the storm calms the choirs forever. Maybe even death! The birds move forward and try to escape! Always following life! My fire, an ice desert, I burn. Laughter experiences death, the death experiences life. Blizzards reign, the fires by the pool. Their cold heat set ablaze my burning soul! Always following life! I burn, laughter experiences death.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
You look back and the oceans are colored black. Animals are going sick! The reason is the black slick, no green is able to remain! You look back and the oceans are colored black. Animals are going sick! By the toxic acid rain that's called pollution...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
My hope, our world's bursting due to the closed minded thinking of the shortsighters. Grinning faces watching me, scared by my individuality. But these ridiculous attempt will only leave me stronger. I'm living for myself and not for anyone else! My fire will burn eternally, I won't accept your intolerance. Grinning faces watching me, scared by my individuality. But these ridiculous attempt will only leave me stronger. I'm living for myself and not for anyone else! My fire will burn eternally, I won't accept your intolerance.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
What urge me to do right? The emptiness ,the conciousness of living in the void of the feral. Muting against the vacant, the cold void. The incensed endeavour to rescing the fact of vacuty to be doomed neverthless. My imagination, just symbols or repressed desires? Vision of adoration and death? And the disillusion of living in a world that has to be rescued. What urge me to do right? The emptiness ,the conciousness of living in the void of the feral. Muting against the vacant... An age that is sainted to mental decline. An age that is sainted to mental decline. An age that is sainted to mental decline. And my incapability to struggle for liberation. My last minute should not be marked by the realization that I never really lived.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
"I hate the world!"
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025