while i walk this streets i hear them calling
within their voices full of callousness
had a vision of an eternal blossom
but when i looked it was shattered and gone
i close my eyes and hear their
echos ringing in my head
is this my lives burden to bear
no place for silence but still so holow
do i belong in this absurdity
why do i read empty pages of
a long closed book
and i know the noise that i hear
is like a symphony for no tomorrow
and not the freedom i want it to be
from all the things i've seen
around the world i've been
and i know for sure
one thing will never change
people running in circles
in the space that they call life
when i come to the silent halls
the light finally cast away
no fealing, no noise
empty but whole
created from the mist of burrows
the haunted echos of my kind
but i won't feel anymore sorrows
cause the blossom still blooms in my
i close my eyes and hear their
echos ringing in my head
is this my lives burden to bear
no place for silence but still so holow
do i belong in this absurdity
why do i read empty pages of
a long closed book
and i know the noise that i hear
is like a symphony for no tomorrow
and not the freedom i want it to be
- :
- Rebirth
- The First Blade
- Scar Sighted
- Beholden to Nothing, Braver Since Then
- The Aeons Torn - Beyond the Gates of Imagination Pt. II
- Tentacles Of Whorror
- The Tenth Sub Level Of Suicide
- Tenticals of Whorror
- From the Desolate Inside
- Verräter
- White Devil, Black Metal
- Shadows of No Light
- Massive Conspiracy Against All Life
- The 10th Sub Level of Suicide
- Howl Mockery at the Cross
- True Traitor, True Whore
- The Tenth Sub Level of Sucide
- The Tenth Sublevel of Suicide
- Beyond the Gates of Imagination, Part I
- A Tribute to Judas Priest: Legends of Metal, Volume II