Without Face
Album • 2000
This track is instrumental.
Tell me not in mornful numbers "life is but an empty dream!" for the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! and the grave is not its goal; "dust thou art, dust returnest," was not spoken of the soul. And separting leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time Not enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way; but to act that each tomorrow finds us farther than today And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time Not enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way; but act that each tomorrow find us farther than today Art is long and time is fleeting, and our hearts though stout and brave, still like muffled drums are beating funeral marches to the grave.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025
Another night Another fright Another passion the words in my mind The eyes becoming wild Flesh and blood...bloody bones At night outside I can't control it I have to let it go I just keep an eye on the demons from my mind Coming out I and I, I and I Killer and victim Another glance to the world Through the demon's eye Monsters of my dreams The bloody brute Waiting for the victim in the dark corner Delighted from hell Steps Another life I stole it The taste of your blood... Dotting, fainting breath The voice of heart's becoming silence The killer instict is sated I and I, I and I Killer and victim... Recovering Consciousness Tormenting, paining Because of the clear thoughts Prickling conscience Bloody in the mirror My crying pouring into the night I'm full of the hate for me
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
I herd the trailing garments of the night sweep through her marble halls; I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light from the celestial walls I felt her presence by its spell of might, stopp o'er me from above, from above the calm the majestic presence of the night as of the one I love I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, the manifold soft chimes that fill the haunted chambers of the night like some old poet's rhymes I felt her presence by its spell of might stoop o'er me from above tha calm, the majestic presence of the night as of the one I love I felt her presence by its spell of might I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair the best beloved night peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer descend with broad-winged flight I felt her presence by its spell of night I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025
crying, shouting screaming, yelling you must feel sights of vanished spirits don't stop here my fellow make yourself at home screaming heartbeat in the silence something moving in the darkness as if you were being watched your hand is on the handle, step across the threshold come step one step higher meet the last empire softly, cracky planks softly cracky steps dusty footprints before you silent darkness behind you screaming heartbeat in the silence something moving in the darkness as if you were being watched there's only space around you now you bear something new you think they're speaking to you but only thr old floor crackles under your soles screaming heartbeat... as if you were being watched crying, shouting, screaming, yelling you must feel sights of vanished spirits don't step here my fellow make yourself at home now look at here! you'll see the death you'll see over the door the faces in the wall I'll give eternity help me to build our city.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025
This track is instrumental.
I'm hunting a nightmare on the road to the old castle of my calm, of my dreams my new home the moon lights my way and shows the dark windows nearly Stepping into my room I'm welcomed by light and the picture on my wall silently ways good night I wake up with the sun but I'm really not the one the paiting with the balcony seems to move like the dawn I break away from the mistery but to visit the garden and see my magnetic balcony understand what happens Running back to the picture looking night and day madness and reality fighting in my brain and the picture slowly shows itself painted figures with painted selves a girl in the dark every night waiting fro the torture: the killer's knife Bloody eyes try to find the way trembling hands try to find the key blood, wash the torture... blood, break the curse... in the dark - in the night with the knife - in my heart...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
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