Pale Serenades
This bleak realisation Everything comes to an end A dying swan Only the mind can turn back time A pale white figure in the dark A palace of silence, she breathes coldness In this hall, in every dusty corner of this old theatre The sound of clapping hands that she misses so much The tingling sensation when everyone looks up at her beautiful face Just a little breeze of appreciation One last time, she wants to be thе swan With her gracile stretchеd legs and the colossal wings This bitter yearning to burn the calling limelight One last time, she wants to be the swan queen The flying pale white figure in the dark When the last white feather falls, a swan lake full of tears Every time it hurts a little more to leave the stage without a stroke of wings When the last white feather falls, a swan lake full of tears The bewitched princess with the velvety plumage With her gracile stretched legs and the colossal wings One last time, she wants to be the swan queen The flying pale white figure in the dark When the last white feather falls A swan lake full of tears Don’t forget me, please Ignore my injured feet Don’t look at me If I start to weep This silent hall, this bleak realisation Only the mind can turn back time A dying swan with broken wings
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
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All doors are closed to my regular world outside There is no difference between day and night So many things have lost their great meaning Darkness is the murderer of every single feeling But some tears are flowing behind a mask of stone Nothing is what it seems within my broken home Sometimes looking for a drug to kill the pain In these bitter moments of endless shame No one can hear my voice I never had the choice There is no helping hand Yearning for an end I don't know what I've become Maybe an ugly remnant from a poor selection I know there is no light for me No God, no love and no word of affection This gloomy house has stolen my smile I raise the white flag for my own protection All doors are closed to my regular world outside There is no difference between day and night So many things have lost their great meaning Darkness is the murderer of every single feeling Small town... small town depression! Small town... small town depression!
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Unhallowed soil among feet and body Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines Inside a poisoned garden from God's hand My pathway of the nothingness Bitterness licks my wounds and my lips When I look through the ruins of my streets And I pray for my dead brothers and sisters Without peace inside my confused mind Painted in grey is the barren fatherland Fallen with the failed king upon life's chessboard Like the proud warrior's hearts I am the last - I am the blood - I am the doomed man My longest journey has just begun Inside a labyrinth of thorns and blood So far away from the human nature Deep within a tomb of atonement With sorrow in sleepy eyes I crawl away In the cold rain But carried by hope and faith I follow - red rivers - full of despair To the gates of the hidden sun For my tomorrow without pain...without pain Unhallowed soil among feet and body Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines Inside a poisoned garden from God's hand My pathway of the nothingness Bitterness licks my wounds and my lips When I look through the ruins of my streets And I pray for my dead brothers and sisters Without peace inside my confused mind I am the last - The isolation - The blood - The mourning - I am the forsaken earth Unhallowed soil among feet and body Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines Inside a poisoned garden from God's hand My pathway of the nothingness
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026