Steps

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 18, 2026

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 18, 2026

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026

I. Alba [Instrumental] II. Epitome "And dawn found him there wailing around The somber remain of his past" In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth. In repentant hours I was looking back Into the future of a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring candle. "And from the dregs of life hope to receive What the first sprightly running could not give" [David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776] Memories fade again as dawn awakes. III. Apotheosis In hermitage I may wash away the pain. Strongholds will ward off apathy. Children, leave these walls for Zephyr will look the ebon door. Tears of dread stain a decript face, Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock. Morn sees a god in solitude As torrid skies announce the daily drab. Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth, Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls. Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days And the windows still remain untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze. IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison) The ambition and transient desires Breed muted walls of isolation. Pouring rain soon turned into snow, Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart Spring and sun left the old man Like the children who left with the dawn Never to return North wind came all wrapped in grey furs To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in His lifeless world apart. V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream) Look far away, so deep within Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts The artless soul, I wish I was there. Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought, Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that We live all in vain: VI. Disintegration Of Lasting Old man, is this you hoped to receive From a life of content? Look upon your burning world of solace torn And pride forlorn, nothing remains. "Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore, Truthless prayers consume our search for lore. Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame, We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain." VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception) [Lyrics: M. Steffen]

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 18, 2026

Steps Life seems to be A monotone groove You dance with specific steps Into a pre-defined direction. Every point we reach Is a point of no return. Life is a one-way-road Into a pre-defined direction. Life is perpetual motion Some steps in little circles Some choose the spiral line New old game with higher stakes. We follow the gallery of preset Consuming pictures about the norm By stepping forward we regress Instead of living real progress.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Corridors Finally we have changed this place for good Living in one world yet in different worlds, Ain't got no fear of anything but fear itself Indifferent eyes learn to live indifferent lives. Where men degrade their wives and get away with rape, Morality is a cynic passion play, The old man stands alone in the hall of his asylum, Brave yet afraid we keep holding our ground. Corridors - narrow ways that lead to the island of alienation a sullen passage, an empty mind. Corridors -Inside hospital walls, sterile school halls, in the subway's neon light, in suburban towers of concrete and steel. Corridors - Where we hide the instruments of the fear, where doubt resides, out of sight drift things that we love Corridors - Impersonality walks endless corridors Corridors - narrow ways that lead to the island of alienation a sullen passage, an empty mind. Corridors -Inside hospital walls, sterile school halls, in the subway's neon light Corridors - Where we hide the instruments of the fear, where doubt resides. Corridors - Estrangement walks endless corridors

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The Vacuum Tube Processor Nice multicolored screen delivers multicolored vision. Black robe with praising hand changed from above -with mission Superficial heads Superficial eyes within That look but cannot see Dream a nebulous reality. We live the postmodern world with its trades of audio-comfort You can change the programme : A fast trip through various reality, exotic cake and spectral-color shape Just choose your enemy then focus and blast at him your energy. Artificial heads Artificial eyes within that look but cannot see dream a nebulous reality. You can change programme and throw away the key to reason.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

An Act Of Acquiescence Midnight -See them burning crosses upon the hill, And with the flames fades all persistence, resistance. Maybe a rational observer can explain What eyes were unable to see: I can remember a fortress in the sun With wall as strong as an ideal Yet I remember temptation calling, Setting the battlement ablaze -relentlessly Walking in silence a scepric spoke in rhymes: "Existence in resistance needs a lot of persistence, To swim against the streams, to walk against winds Of agitation and elude the pride that united and divides." What kind of euphoria made our hearts impervious? Sunrise - No cross is left, a witch-hunt neatly done. And with the daylight we are one in our vain pride. Can't deviate from the norm that makes us common and conform Faintly we recall a brighter yesterday. I can remember a for fortress left in flames With walls as trifling as an ideal I can remember acquiescence.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Anthem Chapter I Desolate winter, 1914 A child in trenches, a young life betrayed. In the stinging rain a martial drum call, Replacing the remote wail of hopeless knells. Still we hear their bitter laughter in the wind An ideal is fallen in the rain of wailing shells. What candles were held to speed them all? (W. Owen) Whose grimy hands closed these tired eyes? These weary eyes? Detached from the dreams of youth Brothers turn to strangers, The absence of reason realized in the fields Of Belgium and France The seeing dead and living blind, united they lie As if in love No one left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth [Based upon "Anthem for doomed youth" be Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)]

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Anthem Chapter II Desolate winter, 1980. Children in limbo, heroin slaves. Pawns of a grotesque illusion, disillusion And a needle that lies. Addicted and betrayed they lie, No one left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth. [Based upon "Anthem for doomed youth" be Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025