Dead Body Music

And while the sun is falling I drink to the eclipse of my mind, each breath's a torture, I'm sinking into bittersweet oblivion. Giants we were, inaccessible, out of the reach of gods and demons, heroes we were, in shining armour, full of confidence and belief. And while the red stones cry I fall into a world of grey. Into the stiffened silence I call for me, for you, for us. And while the tide is low I try to get to the other side. You left me behind, I'm crying while the flood is drowning me. Majesties we were, full of glory, in a crystal solitude, martyrs we were, bleeding as one, you for long, me forever. And while the red stones cry I fall into a world of grey. Into the stiffened silence I call for me, for you, for us.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Aqua et igni interdictus in saecula seculorum. Damnant quod non intelligunt, oderint dum metuant. How art thou fallen from heaven, oh Lucifer, son of the morning. A confident of your regent born from beauty, first of them all, a prince, a dignatory before your sudden fall. You always were wondering why the best don't reach the crown, what's the reason for the triumph of the weakest and slowest? Aqua et igni interdictus in saecula seculorum. Damnant quod non intelligunt, oderint dum metuant. How art thou fallen from heaven, oh Lucifer, son of the morning. You tried to change the rules, you tried to prove there is no reason to condemn wisdom and perception, and that the thirst for knowledge is not high treason. The seventh day they came to judge you, the pigeons tried to slay the falcon. You were the first of all who bled, when heaven lost it's innocence. Damned forever, sentenced, cursed, 'cause they do not understand. But may they hate as long as they fear. How art thou fallen from heaven, oh Lucifer, son of the morning.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Furien gleich am blauschwarzen Himmel durchreiten auf Wolken Dämonen die Nacht, getragen vom Haß aus den Tiefen der Seelen, dürstend nach Rache, erfüllt von Macht. Rufe den um Gnade an, dem Du einst Dein Leben weihtest, daß er Dir zur Seite stehe, daß er Dir die Angst vertreibe. Auf dunklen Schwingen naht das Böse, Tod und Teufel, das letzte Lebenslicht erlischt, tanze den Abschied, tanze den Tod.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

The evening swallows the last light and from out of the incarnadine forlornness creeps into my mind where doubt dwells. The light is dreaming of reincarnation, the night is dropping through the window pane and a cruel invisible chain enervates me. And the river tears me down, and the waves clash over me, I floating down, sad and slowly, home to my Gethsemane. Beside the life I'm living now there is another one that could have been, a brighter one I've never seen, a paradise. Thoughts wither like autumn leaves, full of sorrow they fall off from me, fall with my tears, my sanity into the river. And the river tears me down, and the waves clash over me, I floating down, sad and slow, home to my Gethsemane. My soul is haunted by wolves, and is ravened mercilessly. In the last eclipse I can guess where the river ends.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Warm shadows put their arms around me when the night comes falling down. When darkness is a single tear I wear my sadness like a crown. Convoke my pain back to the court, I am the king of all my fears, and I'm waiting, moribund, for the blackness comeing near. I had to fight with the monster inside, the poison spread by the beast in my head. And I`ve decided to give back my life, 'cause there must be a better reality. The night is oppressive and all the creatures of former nightmares gather around. Beautiful blackness falls upon me now that finally I`ve found a way out of this vale of woe, a chance to start again in a different way, to leave behind all agony. In beautiful blackness I will stay. I had to fight with the monster inside, the poison spread by the beast in my head. And I`ve decided to give back my life, 'cause there must be a better reality.

From a thousand wounds I'm bleeding. The stench of decay hangs over me. Desperation floes from out af all pores. There is nothing left of ...me. My hopes like falcons with their mighty wings broken, my thoughts like corpses trampled down on a battle field, my life like a Valkyrie skinned and abused, me just a shadow. Mediocrity's miasma has touched upon me. My life is poisened and you are the ground. I am not willing to bear you anymore, and so I leave you and the dirt around. Lacrimae rerum, palida mors. My dreams you've stolen, my visions killed, there is nothing left of what I called my home. Regards I've been given from down below, a dark star will guide me from now on.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Every defeat's a little death. It's a disaster for the weak, but for me it's just a challenge, a passage to another me. And therefore, rouged with blood and ashes, I'm singing on my way to hell, I'm dancing toward Golgatha, I'm guided by an inner knell. From a silent Yearning dark a secret, mighty spell is born. Beneath a red sky burning cold I cry out loud my hate, my scorn There are many shades of black and that I use the signs you've chosen, that I'm talking in your tongue, doesn't mean that you're my friend. I don't want your fucking pity, 'cause one gets it for a song, but your jealousy honours me, for which I`ve been working hard and long. From a silent Yearning dark a secret, mighty spell is born. Beneath a red sky burning cold from my ashes I will rise.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The marks of life burnt into the bleeding flesh, the crying soul, the wounds and pain relieved by you gave me the strength to reach my goal. The spell of the thoughts they never will know, the might of the spirit they never will share. With their feet on the ground they never will touch the stars, wherever they turn to I've been there long before. But those who reached my heart encouraged me to carry on. Anyone who touched my wit became a mate, a chosen one. Hail to you out there, somewhere in the dust of life, I bend my knee respectfully to you out there, you gods, you friends. To walk the path that`s not illuminated requires strength that feeds on me, to break the rules with pride and willingly brings on their hate and jealousy. Not to be just one of the common herd, not to let others control my fate, they don't understand and they do not accept me, and in the shades the vultures wait. But those who reached my heart encouraged me to carry on. Anyone who touched my wit became a mate, a chosen one. Hail to you out there, somewhere in the dust of life, I bend my knee respectfully to you out there, you gods, you friends.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025