Blossom of Mourning

Doch hast die Türe du erreicht Bedenk, ob dies allein nicht schon genügt Wer zwingt dich denn, hindurchzugehn Wer weiss, was dich erwartet dann Das Ende des Weges, willkommen am Nichts Willkommen... Denn wisse, es mag auch genügen Dass du von nun an jederzeit Die letzten Schritte wagen kannst Es muß nicht zwingend Glück verheissen Ein lang ersehntes Ziel Nach großen Mühen zu erreichen Dahinter kann die Leere lauern Doch trau dem nicht...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

The flower spreads, and wisdom staggers clue disperses moreover sense has melt away unintentious, but with great effect "Motionless attitude, never selfmade attitude fearful,common laziness,fearfully conscientious never ever consciousness, consciousness is fear frostbitten sight, obstructive spite: be eternally received..." These thoughts, they cross the crumbling sky, the nearing end is their impulse fulmination fills the air, a flower of sound takes over "Ants inside the head paralyze the head close up and pass by, eternal will: to deny under glass, to be and stay..."

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Sinful rain bathing this narrow square soaking my vein, infolding my stare Yes, they are goading me...as if shame will survive me An old woman's knees kissing the tiles spirits lie broken, salvation is ice Little by little, darkness is spreading I've lost all ny bearings, need some accomplice My behaviour is cursed, I drown in this dirt days once composed on the alert drowning in guilt, drowning in dirt...and still insight is far away In the cathedral, peeling my fear, in the cathedral, dirt even here athirst for comprehension, my soul can't stop it's depredation ...as if shame will survive me

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears reflecting the clouds that huddle together the sky to protect from seeing the pain Unbearable, my soul uproars, the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies but dead, grey and dead ashes fly snowlike,so soft and so warm and cover the names with a blanket oh,fragnant, with guilt and despair oh, butterfly, yoru wings are cold and tears...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Der Flügelflagel gaustert durchs Wiruwaruwolz die rote Fingur plaustert und grausig gutzt der Golz.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Und über das Tal ziehen Schatten so dunkel unwolken den Schmitter, ersticken den Glanz und scheinen verwurzelt wie Felsen im Sturm die unberrt trotzen der hochstein gewalt Es donnert ein Name mit grausamer Macht walzt Zahl über Mauern, durchdringt jeden Winkel die Lippen erbeben, der zitternde Klang schlammt lähmend die Glieder und bettel sie klamm in schlürfendes braun Zweilicht fahlt flimmernd ein tanzender schmerz am Himmel ziehn fetzen wie Vogel als zielloses Spiel des Infernos doch frei hinweg über Berge und Klüfte gebreitet liegt Bitterkeit

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Oh grief, oh pain, delivering me to hopelessness, oh selfabsorbing perverse lust that turns me on this hell to bless this rigid life of disincentive I've begun provides the cage of frozen time that keeps my mind from going on solum permaneo in velamene lapideo qiud ipse sustineo No hands to clutch, no consolation assistance all in vain for my soul lacks will to join salvation depths of indolence, oh shelter my intellect keep me from reflection that may urge a useless force to act Got a brain with dancing shadows got a face with lightness eyes when I'm searching for connexion with no hope to realise Activity is useless for you've no chance to succeed every strive for alteration is their mockery to feed

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

This is no god, this is but me a shivering spine with eyes that see behind that faces souls whose dimensions controlled by fear, and no comprehension Educated eagerness, erase from consciousness I am no god, I am but me a shivering spine with eyes that see Darkness is falling...still don't comprehend yesterdays calling the future to bend thoughts are deralied, thoughts are deflied, thoughts are deflowered and denied thoughts are abused, to be abjured we are but tools, we are but food Grey are the clouds, low is the sky hoping this clouds may feed my disguise hiding the sun, thickering the air if justice is done, there's no need to care... No way to care But foaming outside, mankind and its depths them to abide? Their emptiness to forget? Now look at these skies, they're crumbling, at least they will to deny, within me a beast? All together, get estranged! Look around, taste the air, freedom joy, no despair nothing is what it seems close this eye, live this dream educated eagerness, enthralled by emptiness

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Aeons may have passeth by, memories are fading I wish you to have found your way and kept your imaginery

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025