Astral Fortress

Know your enemy! I have no pulse and I will never cease Pour yourself the blindest of stupors Unsee the ones that died where you're now trapped Mistaking evil for a wretched life You demonize yourself Your maze, your fate should you ever stumble out Maced in the impeccable caverns of Satan What is the inner nature Of someone forest-scared? No reflections from my hilltop lookout As I have simply turned my back and left But the road there can be ugly You want to try an honest inner drive In a way, we are all criminals Roaming hallways full of empty gestures Mistaking evil for a wretched life You demonize yourself Your maze is your fate, only walls to be found And maced by the impeccable caverns of Satan

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Void commuter Fences of dregs Valleys of no manners Raise the tar spangled banner Credulous and uncreative Even though the odds were even Discover the land of uncertainty, behave! Another winter closer to the grave Last year these pines were not here Remember when you were wild and restless You cannot see the forest for the fear I see you with your stalagmite necklace While I heard the drumming of woodpeckers resonate I noticed ants falling from the top of the trees I was a drone before the drones arrived Commuters frow hostile and docile Last year these pines were not here Remember when you were wild and restless You cannot see the forest for the fear I see you with your stalagmite necklace You cannot see the forest for the fear I see you with your stalagmite necklace

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

A lot of foot-kissing in this bible And bare-faced lying In a grave with panoramic view Of well-respected evil As your soul drags through shallow riverbeds Welcome to the closed hands of barren banks Drying out in the caves of apathy While I am the sea, beneath the sea of the sea And at last, September appeared in me Ran down the mountains with the fog He surely went at great lengths Bricking up the progress of Fall Cavedwelling everlasting spectre It bellows and slurs bloated, confined But here, the skies they differ every day They speak to me within their vast array As your soul drags through shallow riverbeds Welcome to the closed hands of barren banks Drying out in caves of apathy While I am, the sea beneath the seas of the sea The sea beneath the seas of the sea

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Sometimes the skies are darker Than clouds that drift ahead He saw his final star tonight Too weak to flee or fight Only beneath the ground can he shine Now, you are mine Within his heart, there's no reply These are Kevorkian times Renderings of what might have been A certain smell in the attic The branch he swung from, from a child Same tree, he now will feed He learnt of snow and Golgotha Small freedom, marked by chimes Sky was the limit from these walls Damned Kevorkian times I pledged that I no longer will The aspen leaves adhere Bow to darkness Heed the words, you were never here These are Kevorkian times (These are Kevorkian times)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Crumbler of time Dissolver of voids Keeper of gravity Melter of planets Juggler of moons Bender of eons Obstructor of branches Underminer of cores Distorter of life Tormentor of languages Enslaver of tribes Watcher of worlds Disturber of balance Hider of truth Eclipsor of reality Compressor of light

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025