Amor Fati
Life is floating Passing me by Sometimes I try to reach for it; Sometimes I do not care Destiny, I was set to cross I only see the paths walked Yet, as new images emerge I look ahead Playing Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; One foot in the stream One in control; Sometimes I don't care Life is floating Passing me by Sometimes I try to reach for it; Sometimes I do not care Earth, I was placed upon I see society; and Them Yet, as I am here anyway I look around But as things grow too big or too small I fall I find Sometimes I try to reach for it Life is floating Passing me by Sometimes I try to reach for it; Sometimes I do not care
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
As I am chained to Earth I float on a leash As I am chained to myself I drift in solitude Far off and close are my next Like them I walk alone One dimension; or many? Is my dream alive Or life a dream Oh, I envy your answers One truth; or many? If any Are all leashes as tight as mine Or am I just a rebel? Where is then my fight? Release my powers of solitude Keep them as a shield Unlike society I drift alone One truth; or many? If any
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Hear me speak! As I am the master of one tongue The thorn in your eye The mirror of your soul Unmerciful be the truth Change is near Change is here I must fly I must drown There is no once upon a time It is THE time To rip apart the blindfold And view the circle of shame Bizarre, grotesque Yet embraced By those inside Stones thrown Fallen ones kicked Searchers pulled down A circle fed on lies Change is near Change is here I must fly I must drown Insiders in; Outsiders out Strait-jacket given birth Dreams killed First degree murder And so Thou shalt be condemned
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
I can not but to love my destiny I can not but to cherish my fate I can not but to accept and worship The fatal immortality Of the circular pact A game divine it seems NO I deny this theory of chance Yet, what control? Searched for Craved for Found and captured Held into the fires ever burning Yet, grim is the face of Fortuna In her incomprehensive ways Fierce are the truths and lies That fell beyond her grace And grim are the faces we pull In those few moments of sight Fierce are the horrors revealed By the scorching, merciless light I can not love their destiny I can not cherish their fate I can not accept the fatal line The theory of chance Beyond grace A game divine it seems NO I deny this theory of chance Yet, what control? Even she must face the mirror Even I must face myself It might just be fate
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Maybe one of the reasons why humans Are floating away from humanity Is their misinterpreted crusade of working For themselves opposed to working And searching within themselves. The past The judge Oh, ye humans Grieve, grieve For your lost humanity Oh, ye humans with your shallow talk And pointed fingers continue to sleep With your enemies and sink even deeper Into hypocrisy until you crawl away Into a new day where no species Are to be called human beings. The past The judge Oh, my fellow species Search, search For your lost humanity Search Crawl humans Rise
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
It grew from air With a leaf's despair Left behind deadline The language of sanity rejected In faith and for no visible purpose Seeking further; Seeking further Into the pit named a soul This subtle call This seduction This mind game Is preparing your fall Thoughts transformed Into whispering voices Alluring you to cross the border Where no return alone Can manage to get you home This naked scenery; Arms grasping for your throat Yet, you dance and fade
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
There was an ancient belief The wind could speak to human ears Once a story was captured By whom no one remembers now Revelation 7 speaks of the four angels The keepers of the four winds They were set to keep They were set to guard
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
There was an ancient belief The wind could speak to human ears Once a story was captured By whom no one remembers now Revelation 7 speaks of the four angels The keepers of the four winds They were set to keep They were set to guard
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025