Weaver of Forgotten

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Night... I feel the faith, turn into the pain In my name my sin is done And turn into my endless shadows Dark... I feel your breathe, stroke my vanish lies Between the slot of memory When the dying words sank in my heart Black silent weaver from the past... Save me, with your cloth wisely braid Blindness of mankind Erased my will, my human mind. Rage burn, in your blood And rain of madness put out the answer... I’ll find the pathway to save your life This is my pledge, this is my name.. I’ll find the pathway for kiss my angel Because without the pain, there isn’t faith Black silent weaver from the past... Save me, with your cloth wisely braid Black omen call... I can’t remain... I’ll find the reason, I’ll leave my tears I’ll pay for heaven, I’ll pay for hopes, for all Die into the wait, for lying fly When last time that I kiss her lips My hesitate in endless regrets My inexistence, mirror of yearning... lost Rowing into this tale of appealing masquerade Silent weaver sing for me When will your knitting loom turn ones again Silent weaver sing for me When will your knitting loom turn ones again I’ll find the reason, I’ll leave my tears I’ll pay for heaven, I’ll pay for hopes, for all Die into wait, for lying fly When last time that I kiss her lips My hesitate is endless regrets My inexistence, mirror of yearning... lost Maybe, one day, you feel my name Sprained, confused out there in time Maybe, one day, you feel my pain Tremble, and daring, that running fast to you Angel of dust... my memory Angel of dust... apart to me...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

From beyond, out there the wall Silent twilight is slowly fall. Walls of live, are hit the prayer It crumble down, inside my liar. I am in hurry, time is flying Veils of sorrow take my death word God is playing, with chant of mankind Lost illusion...of mortal season. How many dreams I can relive? (I can relive) Sliding along the hill of time. How many curtains I can arise? With this cold pain that burn in my cry. How many curtains I can arise? When sigh of sadness, deadly in my writhing. From behind The final drama, is near to me Walls of live, are hit the prayer it cover my tear stiff. How many dreams I can relive? (I can relive) Sliding along the hill of time. I can not see…but writing… I make ones reason for don't cry. This is my secret world Where I dream, when I die This is my secret word Where I paint, while you dream…and kill. To write about you, for ride the endless When your red flowers, protected my sadness To write about we, forgotten garden Where trees of death wood, it pierce my spirit Turning pages, I can relive, and change the tale Turning pages, I what believe and pray ones again. Reason, reason, there is not reason.. For living for living in trough the prayers Shining darkness, ever in me I am sliding along the hill of time What is the price, for things I lived I can't know show….no. This is my secret word Where I dream, when I die This is my secret word Where I paint, while you dream and kill. Once upon a time there was. And then, it will be there. Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill… Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill again...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Silk... enchanted veil, that embrace my bleeding memory About your grace when silent weaver make another face. Eternal pledge in silent tears wile this, scared watcher is…near Eternal pledge, in silent tears How many shard, I’ll keep? Prisoner in a shine covered by the fears Freedom, in vanish ring of time Melted… from howling sun. If only you believed and cross my sad, armoring true the gates over the rain if you, if you, believed…believed in me.. now “Loosing in my pathways…before the shadows fall how many time I called…how many time I’m waiting prisoner in grave without a lid of wood tear in terror, light of light…end to end and never days Loosing in my pathways…before shadows fall” The veil on my surrender your face into my eyes forever turning back in mind and never more my days arise Eternal pledge, in silent tears How many shard, I’ll keep? Prisoner in a shine covered by the fears Freedom, in vanish ring of time Melted… from howling sun. If only you believe, believe and die For this, armoring true For gates over the rain My face over my mask…along my sadness I’m afraid, I’m disappear In fragile, human, blowing side Our sin slowly rise In the breath of mortal soul You know my regrets But waiting your caress Epiclesis that what I see Epiclesis that all I feel.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Nothing in heaven will raise this man Nothing for this my fragile caress Memory, oppressing the time goes on Decay.. is crunch my mind My naivety, my muddle… my veils And weaver is working … my tales Like sirens in ocean beholds mankind Sadness…the abyss from my hopes How many ways there are to die? In my Tatlin tower, I caged the raise How many ways there are to die? In my Tatlin tower, I caged the raise Rage from beholder. Repression tears Give me my redemption...another kiss Reflection of timeless, the nothing shine the light......I don't know Fire of revenge… will burn This cold existence… shout up How many damage, I deceived again After I can forgot your name… How many ways there are to die In my Tatlin tower, I caged the raise How many ways there are to die? In my Tatlin tower, I caged the raise All silence, all silence All silence…on me.. Come on preacher This night can’t waiting, over Come on preacher The night can’t waiting more again… Masquerade…is my sentenced Masquerade… until my dame come back

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

[Doctor:] I know this is difficult, Mary. And that’s why we’re here to help. [Mary Hobbes:] I miss Peter. I miss him so much! [Doctor:] Mary, I want you to remember what happened 22 years ago. On Christmas night in Lowell. [Mary Hobbes:] That’s where we grew up. [Doctor:] Yes. What happened that night in Lowell? [Mary Hobbes:] Nothing happened! [Doctor:] Mary, something did happen. That’s why we have these sessions. To help you remember. So you can be better. [Mary Hobbes:] No, I can’t remember. [Doctor:] File note. Patient shows extreme agitation. She is putting her fingers in her mouth. Mary. Mary. [Child’s voice:] Will you share a doll, Mister Doctor? [Doctor:] Who am I speaking with? (Excerpts from the movie “Session 9”)

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Needless renewal... Winter’s blow it’s frozen grace A crying violin... Strings are trembling, raining chant Play for this melancholy Play for all that cannot be Just a moment for return Make me die, just for another time Notes from a sorrow, lead me high Screaming all that I cannot see Angel’s bent to me... Spring of ancient, mortal roses Chained memory... Hollow into ruined gardens Play my bleeding violin Play for take me to the quiet Just a moment for return Make me die do it caressing me Deceive my depriving Cast dreaminess prevail Music is falling on my heart My bramble wait forgotten rain Bleeding stroke Lull my dirge How many words are burned? Along the our tales Rewind your loom and turn to other page Strings, are tear the faces of cloud Horizon fall inside the hills of time Deceive my depriving Cast dreaminess prevail Music is falling on my heart My bramble wait forgotten rain Deceive and kiss my hand Deceive and lull my dirge Until the season claim its rage Begins the swallow coming back Slaughter mind, rebel you to life And take this note... for me... for God... Nothing, nothing, around my shout Please row me... another mask Around my shout Another face

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Locomotive is running inside the mist The forest receives its smoking bit Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward And my destination, drawing to the shroud Windows reflect, this quiet… Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness. Triumphant, my preacher, is calling to his mass And slowly, dying children, are coming to your black Cathedral burns in tears. Redemption for all sinner lost in time. Windows reflect, this quiet… The storm, is sleeping, between the wood Running, to grave…my funeral Candle are waiting…the flame of soul I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine. Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness. Every dump brick the sinner corps Every out candle, sinner lair Candle are waiting…the flame of soul I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell Window reflect, this quiet The storm, is sleeping, between the wood Running, to grave…my funeral Candle are waiting…the flame of soul I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail My stigmata they want to blade And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Night fall In bowing at the moonlight grow Embracing to my misery Your silence is a fading sill Seducing to my tired walk Winter is near, its chest is open Return again, the chirp of nameless dove? Welcome my ladies, who’s the one will lead me? In this magic muffled, snow of midnight Who’s ready to love me?…until fervour drop It’s rare in this time, this beauty full storm Taking all my sense Taking my statuary corps Snow blind, running, alone in my trial. Snow blind, forgetting all my victory Nightmare of cold. Nightmare forever masquerade. Forever masquerade. Falling, falling on my dirge Falling, falling I’m without peace Falling, falling on my dirge Falling, falling I’m without peace And turn the loom, and turn the loom And turn the loom, it always turn…forever… Winter is near, its chest is open Inpatient snow, dwell in its ribs Return again, the chirp of nameless dove? I asked… why, your eyes stayed in me Stayed in me, as a cast star in heaven You looked me along and speaking whit grace: Because I love, your darkness reflect. Taking all my sense…take! Before…the snow…untie. Forever masquerade... Forever masquerade... Forever, forever up to the light Forever, forever up to the light Nightmare… until the snow…untie.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Rise the harshness light On this cold day of March Waves the yearning, are moving wild Along the involved dirge of broken life Broken life… beginning time. My jailor. Lying guardian of mi delay My soul believed in mourning breeze But scythe is tear all certainties of the day And love, for life is changed, In endless deep remorse Cause I can’t tell “I love you” at my side. All medal has its dark reverse And you know well, my only friend I need a strong, to be beloved Cause I want drive my suffering Forgive me, my guiltiness preys Help me…pray for my sin My weaver… forgive my soul Forgive me like I am not forgiving you Forgiving... you! Eternal end… in endless nights My closed eyes, slowly are see. All medal has its shine reverse And you know good, my only friend I need a strong, that you watch me Cause I want know the really true. Last face…last mask fallen Are you evil? Or my awareness? Are you evil or my remorse? Reflect in mirror of my years Jesus, show me please while I pray you Look me while, look me wile I'm looking you Please remember you, the kiss from silent moth. The stroke of mortal pride I'm damned, I'm damned, I'm damned Please remember you the kiss from crying moth. The stroke of mortal pride Cause I'm evil masquerade.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

[Doctor:] And where do you live, Simon? [Mary Hobbes:] I live in the weak and the wounded... Doc. (Excerpts from the movie “Session 9”)

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025