Slow but Not Dead
Years draw the madness years draw the smile on my face The coast I've been leaving behind So far as the coast of the grace This doubt always shields me Covers me up with its veil Between sunrise and sunset There is a life coloured with pain Far away from sunrise Far away from sunrise Tears feed my sorrow I come and go I'm arrived and left I have been living for nothing For a couple of days torn to shreds Far away from sunrise Far away from sunrise
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
Sunrise breaks up the coffin of day throws me on my way to roll my life at the end of the strings... Two steps up, two days rolling down all the life round never seen stone-faced golems break my wings I try...till the end of the stiffened moments I try... till the end of the stiffened days I try... till the end of the stiffened moments I try... and I lose my way... Steps to the nowhere, bitter smile, a blindfold fly a lame man's ride at the end of the strings Two steps up and always rolling down all the life round well known stone-faced golems clip my wings
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
That's why they transform minds That's why they retch hate That's why they try to disguise that it's too late That's why they scream louder That's why they can't cry Heavy rain of lies falls from the sky That's why they raise anger That's why words die away That's why mouth is open and nothing to say... That's why it's time to speak now That's why it's time to learn That's why it's the last time for us to turn That's why... it's time to lose again and again....
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
Soil means the beginning Soil means the end That is my departure and I'll arrive at soil homeland Feeds my mind with wise words I'm protected in their arms It's always warm like ember's fire Even death can do us part What have I got to leave? Just words, by will to you... What have I got to leave? Some words and some tunes... What have I got to leave? All my hidden grief...Before I fall like a withered leaf... A shape appearing from a daydream A memory from a swoon An ancient river of dignity bringing eternal calm very soon A new bud of the old tree beats under dead bark Soil means the beginning and 'till death I wear the mark
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
We're forced to be the riders of stained glass skies Anyhow, anyway We're forced to be the bridlers of flight of minds Eery time, every way We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run its own way Cogwheel brains, petrified phrases Functional powerslaves Different times, different ways Flaws are the very same We are breathing warheads of mind terror tactics Anyhow, anyway Deep space metamorphs drive us frantic Hyperlies come into play We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run its own way Cogwheel brains petrified phrases Functional powerslaves Different times, different ways Flaws are the very same
This track is instrumental.
I wish to wake up in the hall of sleep surrounded by the calm listen to the sounds of things I haven't heard before my footsteps have stained the way it seems an endless time I spent thousands of hours, but not enough to die I wish to walk the Seraph's way, if there's something to show I want but I can't believe there's secrets to be told Ornaments of Heaven don't light up my useless days Under the throne of angels crying I sleep my time away ...and the waves of my time wash me ashore ...ashes, dust, and tears are in my throat, and the waves of time sweet me away , they take all my borrowed days they just come to leave, and wash me ashore...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
Walking down the footpath backwards Lead by closed eyes view Reaching for the memories' leaves I get the things I knew Voices from the inside garden are flowing to my mind Pale eyes of the old days' dreams can't stand the new days' light Leaves of wonder on trees of pain Words of my garden spoken by long time lost days Walking down the footpath backwards Lead by closed eyes view Whispers of the inside All I meet the sounds I knew Voices from the inside garden are covering my mind 'cause pale eyes of the old days' dreams Can't stand the new days' light
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
I sleep through the endless time A distant look through veil-clouds I don't know what I am to do I've just realized I've been half through... I'm so far from the Start maybe far from the End These pictures are shown by the Time I have spent Painted happiness to fill my days Slow, but not dead I carry on my way I can feel my cell a fragile globe of time a pulsing crystal womb where I try to bear to die I can feel my cell a fragile globe of pain Under a breathing crystal skies soaked in silent rain
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025