Songs to Leave

Observe the snow under which I lie with empty eyes Losing life, remembrances of cries Frozen images of last sick days The forceless body hanged shows me ill-fated ways Recalling desolation, no one cried my death The acrid taste of rotting takes my breath away My violet lips covered with frost The paleness of those walls is lost... It’s fucking lost The winter grows cold It takes me into the frame of dust and old The silence in me... Please Death set me free Fallin’ upon my buried coffin the snow freezes my last smile And the tears are crystallized But the pain remains in me Still and cold and dead My body lies under the ground A withered flower falls on me Upon the ice of my grave Entombed By Winter... Memories of life, times lost in my mind Ages of a forgotten existence, so far now Dusty shells of pictures buried by years Tell me who I am Tell me how to see my dawn... Tomorrow... Were we born to struggle and suffer? Happiness is a short while Where we forget to be humans Hate is only a waste of time The cold is growing, end of days Hold my body and take me far away Far away from this grave of frost We must enjoy these moments of inhumanity Before they take our dream away... Entombed By Winter

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Last night I walked again that soil, places in my mind Remembrances as cold pieces of glass Blood red stained mirrors lie broken upon the floor A time so far - Something we can’t recall I’ll take your hand towards the night where our souls will be as one I can’t describe the day when we crossed our solitude ways Deserted houses - Haven of mine Tombs under eternal fog and frost The pool of blood is turning cold, as we watch our reflection becoming red as December dusk I’ll take your hand towards the night where our souls will be as one You’ll never cry alone in the rain The sleep will heal our solitude days They’ll never live the meaning of parting Souls left alone in the night as tears flow with the pain Loneliness, coldness and bloodlust Alcohol, razorblades and the same old places Blood, tears and semen the only human things will be left of me? I love the night as I love your eyes You’ll burn inside the cold lands of my heart Our way together towards inhumanity Our dreams without any God above I’ll take your hand towards the night where our souls will be as one We’ll never cry alone in the rain Only Death now could divide our solitude ways

Seven brides serve me seven sins Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R'lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland ferns Where Herne and his wild huntress lay Now the tidal are turning Spurning the darkness The great purgations of distinguished tours Are but stills in time To the thrill that I'm Once more Heading to the bedding!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Darkness enshrouded from within Bitter rest in overwhelming solitude Sleeping aeons and mountains To conceal the tearing grief A human life is not worth more Than a tear stolen in a frozen dawn (Than) a drop of blood on a yellowed paper (Than) a shiver in the sharpened rain No way out of this terror Distance like an empty winter night Pieces of me randomly scattered on the floor Shrieks of dying animals inside my soul Trapped among the mortal ones My mourning is in vain Unveiled dreams have turned to nothing Fed on the wrecks of unanswered questions A human life is not worth more Than a tear stolen in a frozen dawn (Than) a drop of blood on a yellowed paper (Than) a shiver in the sharpened rain No way out of this terror Distance like an empty winter night Pieces of me randomly scattered on the floor Shrieks of dying animals inside my soul Silence is trembling, screaming its rage- Screaming... No Way Out

Lying in a dark corner The black candle light is dying out Trying to refuse this suffering As coldness burns my pale naked flesh I faced my fears a thousand times Endless doubts - Life of paranoia I try to find a way out From this state of suicidal urge I watch with empty eyes the blade As tears begin to fall down my face Another night alone with myself At one with melancholy and depression I bleed because the dark is near I cry as I realize you can’t be here I need to caress your skin in the night But now my only friend remains this knife Why must I live with these fears? I know my only tragedy is my mind Sometimes I think I’m wasting all the joys And with this bitter thought I fear to die I feel so jaded now, so far away I can’t face next morning with this pain Another cut lacerates my flesh Sometimes I think it will be the last I’m only trying to objectivate this hate I prove towards myself and life itself I only need to watch these fifty wounds I opened upon my body in the night I only need to stop these sick death thoughts And cry for joy when you’ll be here again I’ll watch you sleeping naked at my side I’ll kiss you and this blood will stop to flow Everyone can kill himself one day Life brings pain and suffering on our way Cut your wrists, it’s simpler than it seems But in death you’ll know... Disheartenment fucking wins

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025