Silent Calls From the Other Side
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Days are crows passing by Sunsets and dawns without sleep Am I a passenger or even a guide Or a ghost on a crossroad Time has withdrawn its blessing Endings running far away There’s only darkness blindfolded The infinite day When the borders shimmer Hallways become darker Invitations whispered in the morning mist Mute answers and so it starts again Time has withdrawn its blessing Endings running far away There’s only darkness blindfolded The infinite day I raise my hand again From the shadows I call you Don’t leave me on this page Let my story reach its end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
After all these dry seasons Still waters, dead rotting vanes The only way to roam and see Is to face the storming sea Between the water and the air I find my way through the riptide Clouds like a blissful canvas Baptize me again Wings crippled in calm winds Eyes dried while watching the sun Give the rain, give the lightning My heart is ready to fly And only second of doubt When the stillness comes again The vast ocean, nothing near This is enough for me Wings crippled in calm winds Eyes dried while watching the sun Give the rain, give the lightning My heart is ready to fly
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The lights of the beacons Have died away Blurred horizon Eating our hopes Grey is here and far Layers of oblivion Fingers swallowing emptiness Bleeding out my memories Maps of stars Misguiding us Sparks on our fingertips Magic that has been lost Give us even embers The idea of warmth A dismal gleam A feeble thought
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Submerged patterns Coming visible again Dissolved formulas Reaching their hands They all carry mirrors And every mirror has my soul Stagnated waters Shattering in silence Obsolete monuments Starting their chants They all carry mirrors And every mirror has my soul Stagnated waters Shattering in silence Obsolete monuments Starting their chants And the obsidian sky And the nails of flames New notes resonating in our veins Pulsating through these streams And the obsidian sky And the nails of flames New notes resonating in our veins Pulsating through these streams
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
There is a line That cannot be crossed There is a love That cannot be touched But my heart And my fingers They are here for you And for your ruin There is a word That cannot be said There is a peace That cannot be broken But my heart And my fingers They are here for you And for your ruin For your ruin…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026