Inside

Oh Lord! How cold, I stand.. How scared! on my strange throne A gift... So be it... Dreaming images of wasted feelings Like flowing rivers in my poisoned mind Have you ever tried to hold a sun? Inner scars... A war inside my mind! Mirrors and masks attack me... Slowly they wrap around me... Sleep is a fucking death rehearsal... Moving mirrors among the imaginary trees Reveal hidden scars Maybe my mask is thrown away Scattered in a thousand pieces in the corner ...and the wind carried me away to the birth of time where Insanity and Grief are growing in the same womb I cried... "So lost in my memories Forgiveness.. Insanity.. Demons" I wonder if the hands of time are stuck.. Or just Time has committed suicide!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The rain begins Through the glasses of ignorance I observe the raindrops on the window Small rivers flowing in the cold pane Like the crevices on my hands... The dead are breathing beneath their graves floating inside the minds, of those left behind in a beautiful yard of lies... Sometimes I think I'm not part of this world A silly audience in a comedy, clapping my hands without reason Some other times I'm like an actor in the same sad play praying for an end Winter is searching for it's lost melodies It's like a loved one is gone and you don't want to Maybe you scared more than you promised maybe you offered fear more than you should maybe you didn't catch the fucking time ..and you just don't want to.. Pretending of being joyous pretending of standing strong pretending of living Yes, carrying a strange cross! But still the rain falls Still the adherences remain Memories of the past Past so old.. Almost ancient And everytime it comes.. Kissing the scars inside, Oh god help me! And so my Truth remains inside a thrown mask in the corner...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The rain stops... But my heart still misses the sun that shined somewhere else Maybe the sun never shined after all Maybe I kept it out of my world Because it wasn't what I expected Or just the light cleared up the pictures of the past... Pictures of old fears and sadness that created a world of bitterness inside the mind of an unprotected child That kept him out of his friends and family with only emotion the anxiety of what is to become tomorrow

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I crawl! Like the words I spoke in agony. Finally... In absence, the fake wall ... fell apart from the idea of dying... from the idea of dying in silence! I crawl, see, I crawl! Last drops of pride, within myself I hide Sunrise - the last one! Today I'll die in tears! Forever in a web, just a bloody substitute A puppeteer and his strings A puppet and it's misery Now the dice have been rolled in this game of self-hypocrisy Ερέβους κράτος νηπενθές. Μέλανος χολή κελεύει τας ημετέρας ψυχάς τε, δείμος εστί των ζοφερών πράξεων η μεγίστη εστία... In a sick way of thought Where misery of mind exists I sing a woe for the one I once was in the winter of souls Reality is something I ignore... And so my Truth remains inside a thrown mask in the corner...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

End of day, so tired... I think I can breath no more The rain ceased, see... Everything should be clear by now Voices and guilts so loud in silence A candle in the mirror Enlights an aged naeve's portrait In a grey, solid, but so vague sea of irony... In a way, I understand and through my open pores I realise that sleep looks at death through this mirror I'm so afraid to sleep... I'm so afraid to sleep... I'm so afraid to sleep... I'm so afraid to sleep... Colors and sounds attack me slowly they wrap around me I can't move in this revolving room Everybody has to be afraid of something Like a vital lie keeps me awake... My own one My eyes are heavy like the guilts I have Nothing has changed, not even the words Nothing has changed, not even the thoughts Nothing has changed, not even the silence Nothing has changed, not even the End...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025