Yes, I received your call. Yes, I felt and heard your tears. Stifling sobs freed from centuries of detention. . Panicked and terrified. Not from what you did.
Enter the light. Brushing the epidermis of soil. And us poor snakes. Have to live with this sentence He brought us. . Never mind whether we're beaten.
Will I be remembered. When the dust falls. To reach my face and make it covered in it. Will there be my kindred among the ghosts. To mourn and shave the last remnants of my humanity.
With thorns, with fears, and my complaints. I've reached to the point I can't take no more. All by myself with this deafening silence. I feel like I'm no more in control.
One step aside in this tainted curve. Where trust is raped and lies resume. Where do I go, following virtual footprints. Stuck in a commitment, where is my way out?.
Torn through the veil. Corporeal vessel left behind. Into formless void. Branching web of space and time. . Wandering away. Wandering deeper inside. .
Without light. The dark encloses all. Our works would be but ash. No knowledge of the time that crushes love to dust. Or the life that's frozen deep within our veins.
All the distant nights. That vanished from my mind. Hang like glistening knives. In the back of my mind. . I can almost see. The phantoms gone in the past.
Carry me to my grave. When at long last my journey has ended. On the path that leads from here into oblivion. And no more sorrow can weigh me down.
Strange shards. All relics of the path. That I have followed. To dead ends. . Embed in wounds. All doors into the past. They've barred themselves. But scars have failed.
As I gaze from my tower, I can see him. Lurking, watching. Flickering in the gloom-light of funeral pyres. . Immortal spectre, waiting in the shadows.
The sand that hides. The bones of the dead. Whispers in the wind. Rumors of our future. . We shall build here. In this cursed place. Cruel structures.
The old man approached the river. His gray head hanging low. His frail bones, tired and weakened. Stepped beyond the shore into the cold. . And he knew there is no hope for redemption.
All along the dark and forbidden way. I can I can feel their eyes and see their arcane thrones. So between my steps I rest to gather up my strength. I must keep pushing onward.
In the twilight hour clouds obscure the bleeding light. As they bear the body of the sun. To lay at rest in the earth. . Lay a shade on my eyes,. On the corners where mysteries are born.
We willed our hearts and bones to break. Sift us through the ashes. . And one day soon our sun will fade. A gift unto the ashes. . Enshrined in smoke, our shadows wait.
I'm a reptile, been left wild with the next style. I spray projectiles that dead men within ten miles. For a bit I'm pensive then I vent vile, lyrics and phlegm bile.
Tonenanu-nunanu-tananona. Tanana-tanana. Tonenanu-nunanu-tananona. Tanana-tanana. Dendede-dadada dadoodadoo. Dendede-dadada dadoodadoooooda. . Manana manana manana.
Far away from here, there's a land. Made of coldness and whiteness. It is a place like heaven, that men. Tried to reach with eagerness. . That place is my only chance.
Far down the line. You've crossed too many faces. Knowing the pain left you out to dry. Empty of all your tears you cannot hide. All alone you walk away.