When Dream and Day Unite

"For the first time in a long time, everything was right in my world, and then I woke up." I can remember when in the unity of our five day sessions, Not even once did we hear the siren song. What kind of imagination, asleep in some lyrical coma. Who's vain futile memory could have been so wrong? You can make a fortune in lies, you can keep a giant alive. You can ride the red until everybody smiles. A trifling euphoria was such an untimely religion. Maybe your life can explain the reason for my indecision. Here is a poor man, the heart of this monster creation. He said we both will be heroes and I was led into temptation. You can make a fortune in lies, you can keep a giant alive. You can ride the red until everybody smiles. Can you show me your gold and your silver? A hero in frozen water. Now you've made a fortune in lies and you kept a giant alive. You rode the red, you rode the red!

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Heart sick at the sight of the Status Seeker, in a sense I'm not beyond reproach. The aspiration to drop a name, when any rose might smell the same. Maybe you'll figure it out someday. "I want to know you now, you know I've always believed in you." Nothing is sacred! You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign. Change of opinion, at the drop of a dime. Graceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me? All that I deserve is what you were unable to see. In a garden where the seeds were spilled I favored the few that stood strong in the sun. As I reached for the profit of my prize, I found I had trampled the forgotten ones. Nothing is sacred! You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign. Change of opinion, at the drop of a dime. Graceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me? All that I deserve is what you were unable to see. You're running in circles and I'm turning away. You refused to believe, now I'm turning away. Nothing is sacred! You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign. Change of opinion, at the drop of a dime. Graceless intrusion, are you sanctified in your judgment of me? All that I deserve is what you were unable to see. You're running in circles and I'm turning away. You refused to believe, now I'm turning away.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

I. The Observance An Angel's kiss now fallen, descending scarlet cuts the sky. Faded names left on the wall, honor the fighting, leave life to die. Remembered is the sacrifice but no praisal of blood still flowing. Who were the leaders, what controlled the killing hand that caused this mourning? Crossing over... II. Ancient Renewal Lowered deep into the sea, being awaits to cleanse his soul. Senses weakening, time is still motionless by stiffening cold. The wheels race back and scorch his mind, travelling all to find the land. Revelation warms a touch and now he will begin to understand. III. The Stray Seed Extended a view to yesterday, manifestation for none the same. Walking amidst a frightening still. No sound, no smoke, no scorching flames. He is risen! Sipping his poison, the raven sings. Yet another to add, more bodies fallen. King from below, this one controls the killing hand that caused this mourning! Is it all over? Is it all over? IV. Thorns Evil genius this secret plan, mercy dealt with the losing hand. Will he ever fall, can he end it all? Our savior must make his stand! Only a prophet of years to come, wanting mortality I'm all alone. He heard my voice, it was my choice, I've stopped the killing hand. V. Exodus When I go back again will it be the same? I've stopped the cries, but now they know my name. The sea is calling me, my spirit must return. As I get closer, was it really worth what I have learned? I'm in the valley, and the saddened chimes I hear. Race towards the wall to find one more name appears. No one is left now, my one and only land. I laugh at what I've done, I am the killing hand.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Would you like to sit and talk to me about the way things change so suddenly? When your senses come and the feeling goes, can you remember feeling much too close? Stop your hands from shaking, look at me. Are your senses racing endlessly? Tracing past impressions? So were mine! Have you ever been used or will this be the first time? It's come so clear to me, light fuse and get away. No gain, no pain, it's a fatal game and the true lose everything. I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me. Falling miles from the mark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart. I've tried to wash from memory feelings of betrayal and the incidents that plague me since I lost my sense of innocence. A history of changes, now I'm loving, now I'm losing keeps me constantly in fear of hearing: "I can't see where this is going." You lie alone with the memory, feeling the ceiling and walls closing in on your conscience. My ally, the guilt, your affliction from preying on praise as you fed an attention addiction. Someone told me, light fuse and get away. No gain, no pain and when it's lust to dust, you can crawl from the wreckage. I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me. Lying bleeding in the dark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart. It's come so clear to me, light fuse and get away. No gain, no pain, it's a fatal game and the true lose everything. I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me. Falling miles from the mark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart. Light fuse and get away! No gain, no pain and when it's lust to dust you can crawl from the wreckage. I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me. Lying bleeding in the dark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart.

I touched with one who made me run away from my own soul. In this world with its many illusions we are moving like mice through a maze. Now I find what's left behind has served to make me whole. Full of doubt, deception and delusion, seeking purpose to all earthly days. I search within, beneath a skin that bears both pleasure and pain. In a world full of constant confusion I will not be a par to the craze. In the Afterlife will dark be bright, will cold be warm, will the day have no night. In the Afterlife will the blind have sight, in the Afterlife. Behind closed eyes some comfort lies, in knowing the truth never spoken. Through this world with us, hidden conclusion, we'll keep moving like mice through a maze. In the Afterlife will dark be bright, will cold be warm, will the day have no night. In the Afterlife will the blind have sight, in the Afterlife.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Watching my window, I was led like a child. As the roadway lamplights misguided my mind through the night. A shadow of limits, we were racing the rain. My hands held the wheel, my eyes tried to hold their place. There must have been a time when I thought that you were watching. It had to be when my senses lost control. I thought I'd slipped away, I thought I could still feel us moving. It must have been a cloud, no bigger than a man's hand. Every reason I risk my life to come back to you is locked behind your door, you're my immunity. Outside I watched you burn, heavy hearts were bleeding. A cry for help, a familiar voice, my melting hands streaked the glass. As I walked away I wondered what had really happened. Had I run out of time, did I push myself too far? As my last step fell I felt my hands upon the wheel. Had I come back to life or did I ever leave at all? In higher lives we seem to be always a moment too late. We're past the time when we looked on. Now we're the ones who help to set the sun. This time for real I locked the door behind me. My mind was still a wreck from what I saw. For when my hands are still I'll recognize the message. Never again will my senses lose control. In higher lives we seem to be always a moment too late. We're past the time when we looked on. Now we're the ones who help to set the sun.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

A suited man smiled, said: "It's just a matter of time! You can have the world at your feet by tomorrow. Just sign on this line!" Hold tight, limelight, approaching the paramount with the sun in our eyes. Fearing family ties, legalies, compromise. In a dimly lit room with a stool as his stage, a dream-stricken prince of a pauper's descent, haunts the eavesdropping silence that presses his window. As he sweats a performance to an audience that ticks on the wall. To the practical observer, it's just a matter of time. "You can deviate from the commonplace, only to fall back in line." I understand mine's a risky plan and your system can't miss. But is security after all a cause or symptom of happiness? Brave yet afraid his eyes on horizon in a steady-set gaze. A mariner soon from an open cocoon takes a moment to summon his courage to stifle his grave apprehension and trembling, approaches the surf. A father's benediction as his hopeful son departs to brave the sea of rage and conquer at all costs. Lingers in his memory and visions still surviving in a logic proof shell, that should have been held sacred, safe and hidden well, are compromised in usury. With every rising sun that yields no sight of land, the hesitation cultivates within the tired man. Rumors spread of mutiny! And though the time will come when dream and day unite, tonight the only consolation causing him to fight in fearless faith in destiny. Even when plans fall to pieces, I can still find the courage, with promise I've found in my faith. Likely or not, it's a dream that we keep and at odds with our senses we'll climb. But if faith is the answer, we're already reached it. If spirit's a sign then it's only a matter of time. Only a matter of time!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025