Underworld
Chaostar
Album • 2007
10 Tracks
Chaostar
Album • 2007
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
Winds listen to me And carry my voice as far as there are ears to hear Clouds lift my spirit to the open doors of heaven Eleven times the earth has offered a ring to her beloved since the day I reached this lonely place. Now I am Misery's King These rocks became my Palace I am King without one subject Hallucination is my faithful servant When I feel sad I am dancing with my thoughts I tried to lock inside me Something young, Something vivid But in vain. Now I'm Misery's King
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
The book before them Where all records have been written When Creation comes in Trial Then the Gods will sit in Judgement Canticles as hope Do not forsake me Seeking me through vast afflicted To redeem me, by the passion. Canticles as hope This is my prayer to you, like the deer that yearns for running streams My soul is yearning Where can I see the face of you? Canticles as hope Do not forsake me Seeking me through vast afflicted To redeem me, by the passion. Let such a labor not to be useless by the Judge. Canticles as hope
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Mouldbreath from Dirty Granny Tales Oblivion Realm is fading in the grave Death! Always be mine Is seeking for peace Terms of mind no longer exist Deamonic celebraton Death! Always be mine
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Ethereal Dome: Time was running out, and the people knew it. The ethereal dome was not visible anymore. The Trip is not so Long: In a deserted dirty station. A passenger is in wait. He has a ticket for the last train. The trip is not so long. A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted. An old brown hat upon his head fails to block the liar sun. His cloth is the yellow dust, he looks so tired. The trip is not so long. A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted. His life, his memories will be left back. Nothing to carry on this journey. There are no luggages aside him. The train has arrived as a shadow at night And its whistle is giving the signal.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
← Go back to Chaostar