Behind the Curtain
from the scene where my microcosmos has begun with their whispers of passiveness like permanent scent of Sonia ‘RykielRose’ my own drama grows up...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Small... dark room Walls! Painted in shadows Shapes in [deca]dance Importunately are smiling In this silent world live my red painted thoughts Sounds! Silent Sounds... Sounds! Tormenting sounds... There must be out of here Exit from this plane I hear the voices behind the wall This must be a masquerade! In this shining world lives my despaired soul Sounds! Silent Sounds... Sounds! Tormenting sounds... There must be out of here Exit from this plane I hear the voices behind the wall This must be a masquerade!
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
I can not sleep in my flying bed Hallucinations come by dreams I fear my solitude subconscious- -the place where is a desert of mine Everywhere are plots hidden in my own mind Hallucinations come by dreams We’ll drink our sweet poison To fly away – to the desert of ours I am the evil (one) who always denies Because what was born here Only worthy is to die And better to be born nothing in this world I am the evil (one) who always wants wrong But only good deeds are made through my wounds Following me is the following dreams Welcome to my theatre of dejavous Sleeping in the fragile golden wings I perceive the world of imagination I’m looking for the way to my virtual world of dreams ...a morning of my waking is coming, but it must be a strange feeling, when my blood is colouring the snow white snow... All furious thoughts, all pleasant sounds All fallen flights and small boundaries This is my microcosmos, my Home Sweet Home...
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
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Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026
In tormenting depression Hidden in the empty space I’m enduring forever In this tiresome place Bleeding memories of thunder Persecuted by a sky Still waiting for a storm Let dream turns into real life Rising nostalgia, yearning to fly Souvenir from the last call Of damnation’s bell Forever alone in lightful apatia I am discovering black materia Of depression
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
angels are crying in a picturesque quarantine this abandoned paradise is now in a cold sweet sleep welcome to this dirty land where hope is under the anxiety's fog calmness is included in a perverse spirit mineral curse - without uniforms D.espair was barn in the E.xtravagant being which was C.losed and inactive. E.very man is a performer in a P.antomime T.ormenting fusion I.am reserved to penetrate these plains O.f infinity and eternity. I want to be N.on-existant the forms the shapes, the colours and I the rules, the plans are stereothypes the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends this is deception... the forms the shapes, the colours and I the rules, the plans are stereothypes the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry this is deception... glasses full of angels' lies play this sad melody growing chaos, silhouette of coming... deception the forms the shapes, the colours and I the rules, the plans are stereothypes the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends this is deception... the forms the shapes, the colours and I the rules, the plans are stereothypes the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry this is deception... This has never been my world never...
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Do I have my own star? The star that shines forever in this lost space, in this microcosmos' shit Isolated from every sun Desolated in every kind of heaven Behind the Curtain Someday I'll burn my memories And this is my answer There is no director Anywhere... That star that shines forever in this lost space, in this microcosmos' shit Isolated from every Desolated in every kind of HEAVEN
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Solar scream when night turns off as the hot flowers' splendour Warm liquid oxygen is getting brighter and my heavy breath reaches the end Never stop is only one of fables I've just wanted to leave my souvenir behind each mask are hidden eyes of fear It might be only my another schizm, because boundary between java & dream disappeared a long time ago Behind us million miles of transgalactical trip But we are standing now at the beginning of transcendental route... Deformated masks in hellborn porno-smile hide torment and pain Warm liquid oxygen is getting brighter and my heavy breath reaches the end Never stop is only one of fables I've just wanted to leave my souvenir Hallucinations, phatamorganas And where is my oasis?
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
[instrumental outro] label: Avantgarde Music, 2003website: www.sh.art.plThanks to maels for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com STROMMOUSSHELD LYRICS
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026