The Vision Bleak
EP • 2016
Like a drapery falling downward, the dark spreads out in exquisite elegance. Melancholy reaching climax, betimes you feel its wraith in all the elements. Aflame, the heavens seem to burn now untamed. While the earth is clad in a luscious blueish dress. Ignite, these candles need to burn now. The night unveils its echoing spook of death! We are the kindred of the sunset. We are to fade! We seem like a blackened silhouette. We are the children of the sunset! We know we are, to burn a blaze of night ahead. We are the kindred of the sunset! We are the children of the sunset! We are to fade, we seem... We know, we are to burn... Nocturnal haze is coming forth, a ghost devouring my secrecies. Gliding over fields as mist, wailing grievously. Extinct, the heavens seem to burn no more. The earth is clad in a funeral dress. Elapse, the hourglass got turned once more. So pleased we sip the elixir of death. We are the kindred of the sunset. We are to fade! We seem like a blackened silhouette. We are the children of the sunset! We know we are, to burn a blaze of night ahead. We are the children of the sunset! We are the kindred of the sunset! A blackened silhouette!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Forgotten and forlorn, graveyard corridors. Remains with mold adorn, voiceless orators. Been haunting here so long. Observing everything decompose. Tombstones that sink into the ground, until they are all gone. Assimilating stillness into grave poetry. In these vaults so lightless, being home to me. This is my kingdom! Reich of the dead! Where shapes sepulchral, in patience outspread. The Quietus, the fall! O' ruin and decay. Ash and dust, earth and stone! O' gray pits of dismay. Time has no sense in the realm of the dead. Where silver-tonqued souls are quietly met. This is my kingdom! Reich of the dead! Shrouded in myth, the idle imbed.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Alone I sit, I wonder why You dream of love and so do I But in your sleep you cannot see This pain which is always haunting me What I need I'll never feel This world is for me unreal So I drink to darkness with a candle lit And through the whole night alone I sit The sleeping beauty She stops the bleeding She stops the bleeding in my soul She is fresh air in this stinking world The more I drink, the more I see That suicide could be the key To the place called paradise Where pain not dwells, not hate nor lies But if I look beyond all this I reckon something I would surely miss Because in my dreams I rule my life And the sleeping beauty is my wife The sleeping beauty She stops the bleeding She stops the bleeding in my soul She is fresh air in this stinking world
Submitted by The Void — Nov 10, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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