The Shores of Melancholia
The hanged men dance So dark that I found myself grasping for light in this parallel world Well, I feel that I belong here The stolen heart The death of humanity hidden in ink on a page filled with love For your own damn misery It makes me wonder, how grateful do I feel When I blow out the candle Here on the shores of melancholia Winter is draining the life out of summer and hope torn asunder The tale of the dead soldiers’ bones makes a beautiful ending A perverse embrace, one final breath Under scarlet clouds Gather ‘round Come witness the death of a dream and the birth of the upper class As the vultures gather Ophelia Too human, too soft for this life, as your innocence fell from the sky In my own backyard And it makes me wonder, How grateful did you feel When you blew out the candle Here on the shores of melancholia Winter is draining the life out of summer and hope torn asunder The tale of the dead soldiers’ bones makes a beautiful ending A perverse embrace, one final breath Under scarlet clouds
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jul 21, 2026
The final call, the tragedies, catastrophies are here It’s in your head The end is near, the casualties, adversities are here It’s in your head Alive when you are alive That’s your paradise Imposters’ words will expire In your paradise The accidents, fatalities, calamities are here It’s in your head The Babylon, apostasy, the judgment day is here It's in your head Alive when you are alive That’s your paradise Imposters’ words will expire In your paradise These are the lies you don’t want to blossom (further more) The are the lies you don’t want to stay alive The fear of the unknown The sound of the sacred The tale of the godly The look of the God inside I see it in your eyes The destiny, the misery, exigency is here It’s in your head Collapse is near, emergency, the cataclysm’s here It’s in your head Alive when you are alive That’s your paradise Imposters’ words will expire In your paradise
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jul 21, 2026