Skepticism
Album • 2021
I stand tall Strong against the wind Until the end of the path Until the very last day You are right behind me I am never alone As I proceed I am never lost You will hold on to me You will be my guide Your tender grip No distance will grow In my solitude There is more Than meets the eye Your embrace keeps away Cold every night Us two to see as one Any direction I proceed They all lead towards You Intertwined in spirit In unity Only one shadow we cast Every moment As I breathe You are beside me There is a word to describe Us my companion Love I stand tall Strong against the wind Until the end of the path Until the very last day You are right behind me I am never alone
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
One Waiting by a bridge A stranger to oneself Vision to follow Distance to endure A stream one chose not to cross Two Proceeding through waves of time Away from this moment Reduced from those to come As the rising day vanishes A day that will never be Three Motionless on their journey Close by yet unreachable Divided to distance within oneself What once was present but now gone Once a strong shape a mere shadow Four One by one the lights suffocate To silence the voices gravitate Gallantly proceeding The March of the Four
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
Only a pale light greets me as I arrive Empty corridor as I enter Pulpit at the end I was there Words drown as the walls give way The grand division Roaring pipes surround me Reaching towards the sky Growing like massive trunks Notes with faces Ascending to darkness Trunks with a voice The grand division Once inside Bright like a city of silver Calm like a morning lake Buried in the dust of time Forgotten and faded away Found through the passage Explored like a forest The grand division Roaring pipes surround me Ascending to darkness Trunks with a voice The grand division
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
A day will rise A day like none before Something that is Tomorrow will be no more Oak that starts cracking May heal over time Oak that starts cracking May be beyond repair Some things are solid Will stay and remain Others in time Will vanish in thin air When a change is final The inevitable descends That is the thought The touch of the inevitable It is here Accept the inevitable Embrace The beauty of loss Accept the inevitable Let go Undone forever Accept the inevitable It is now It is now Accept the inevitable
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
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