Elapse
You inward die There's begin to expected period Without preparation It's plane which you designed for long time Bad luck Pathetic adept for masses It's never knows but certain axiomatic peace of mind Patience till entire oblivion Tolerance perceive as grow up Inward die - conspiracy of lies? It's for the moment escape from throw away It's loneliness - abcess on corrupted consonance There's example knows from approaching past As deplorable portraits of self annihilate Gift, madness ahve rejected and ternished But where have the rightful distinctions And awards perished Where?! Sense of duty Stepping stone from nightmare It's continuation Of bog of unpractical minds disappointments It's fight for your own way to apperception Posthumous speech to bored ones Decide about lies Verdict without a chance for kind of human race
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The colours of your life A particular set So called insolent contrast lies There are no dreams Truly faithful, virtualy dead ones Dead ones! Too many faces you know, endearments And hate at last You demand exclusivity You know what you can do You accept good advice Although you desire to be sincere You don't start to think your own way Like in the beginning Being beyond your own world Recreation of someone elses wishes Affected warfare about justice No one can get out of here To leave this vicious circle Forever without wounds and pain So forget your ambitions Which are inwelcomed here Don't frighten yourself The nearest future, life I suppose that's nonsense Another night takes away illusions Now you're dreaming about wishes as usual The wishes which never will come true... Inside this freak circle You'll find the time and the place For your own, silent, unnoticeable death...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Lustful minds Avoiding everlasting santities Insolent aversion Fossilized rules Accepted with no objection Dream of leprous brains For all this won't trespass, lie This is not fear This is lingering death Countdown till the end Oblivion disregarding of past time... The world of working people Working also for your rotten minds Rankling them The world of dead Forever alive moving corpses Parasites of death rate statistics Forgetting of yourself Gaining eternal kick in your arse Leaving Mixing with life of sleeping dwarfs Rotting forever worshiping the whole Friendship Among squeezed faces Of barking masters Loneliness of floating icebergs Price of freedom Being world's citizen Artificialy swollen password In a time it comes in silence, no pain...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
It's very late, you passing away, leave indiscriminated Echoes were staying - bit, it's funny excuse Choice of salons has never been your strong trump As you have never sought to that choice took place... After you're crossed last boundaries After you've forgotten about wishes of success You've became you're under sentence of death Sinking trap of all unsuffers occurences Ill-will for all what is false So short stage - be forget? No! Doomed to rudeness To unpractical mind of adaptation To noble ideas To unpractical mind of adaptation Of only specious way Compessions, threats, suggestions From another side - hate You cannot bank on understanding Nobody knows for what you pay Lapse - there's no drug to reject Drugs have no other price Within world of your own madness You'll die killed by unpractical mind As a matter of fact you're sentenced to nothing It means you can always try but you have to want There're excusable mistakes, understanding for all around Maybe not only for handfull... And now you can see in your shining reflection Of time certainly - mand without own face Don't blaspheme, didn't want to pay that price? Remembrance - crypts of childhood memories Only they're madness, warning Now think you're selfish person Do you belong to sorrounded world?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Undiscovered period, passed over Earnest of distant future Slightly decreased distance to cover To perfection, coaxing ambitions, will It's passing, being apart Living beyond your world, desire This tangible death Though deprived of intrusive wittnesses To stop everything, the shortest moment Usually left unseen Discovering forgotten trinkets The feeling of losing those whiles forever The feeling of losing the belief of many values Why do you only have to think? Why do you have so little opportunity to feel? Aren't you ready for that? Why do you afraid of a real happiness? Try to keep your memories You will surely need them someday (You will surely need them although for others) A feeling of shame, artification You surely don't deserve this...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Everything's been said Some time just passed by Though your mind has escaped far away You'll never forget that try The greatest help Why isn't it used by now? That's the real imperfection of your brain Taste of future It comes back so far not too much Borders of tour minds Are in force, you leave out of them Inverse, inspiration, prospect Trial of thinking not wanted norm It's too late For correction of own consciousness For try even if reminded Scare on reason disappointment Deficiency as far from plans Assumption just too late For correction of own designes For try of backward trend...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Funeral of beams, inspiration, practical widsom At last a crucification form afar of light Escalation of pain - atrocity, unjust case So don't try to open your eyes...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Affecation swollen beyond all borders You feel that everything's gone Horrible unfortunable moment For everything you used to lean on Another day started with Inhabited lameness You turned out to be born Without your face Next revaluation of attiude Not wanted now Weird feelings - though known from the past Constipation of minds Possibility of come back - doesn't exist Possibility of recall - doesn't exist You don't want that No sense in pulling this shit No power to stand it all It's a fucking need to pretend Feelings overgrown by ambitions The worst punishment for likeness You've got no chance for reformation - Consequences of not wanted mistakes
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026