I see you stand in the rain of a darkened day And denial won't ease your pain I see you falter through doors you've passed through before As your memories
I cover my weary eyes Can't face no more of this life All I lived for is now gone I've suffered along for far too long I summon the strength in me I
Thou art the fire within Thou art the source of all dreams Thou art our moral and sin, cursed within Thou art the pain infernal and the fall eternal
The wheel of fire burns eternally In my sanctum, my land of dreams The flames grow higher with every dream Way more horrid with every tear The wheel
This condemnation ravages all the sanity in me This flagellation you all brought upon me You come with fire, with stakes and your torches burning A new
The daylight has forsaken me and darkness keeps on breaking me down All these years of agony eventually got to my mind Feelings of despair prevail my
In days and in nights In darkness and light I stand by your side When summer declines And winter arrives I'll still stand my ground I stand by your side
You come to me in darkness, you come to me at night A vile bringer of self destructive thoughts and decline You walk me down the hallways, always at
My inner demons got me chained to the ground I search in vain but there's no key to be found Drag me down, keep me down to the ground you scornful demons
The following is an audio recording. Contains songs of death, dying, and the dead. To avoid fainting keep reminding yourself, it's only a recording.
Instrumental
In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone, The
Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten the tourniquet around your neck
mortis pravo Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur et nulli miseretur. Ad mortem
Mortem saluta, Cry, beauty,cry, no-one can hear you. Pray, precious, pray. For a sudden end, precious, pray. Peritura mortem saluta. Secrets you have
[Lyrics by Galder] A burning lust for pleasure less desire A needless urge to kill Fearful thoughts, a strength we admire With hate that their minds
s grasp around your neck The hour has come to release And to welcome the razorsharp fate Feel the jaws of the snake Slaves under cosmic contempt Mortem
Depressed. A series of unlawful acts dedicated to you. Grow up, but don't forget the times we spent. And now they're gone. You feel the pain. You're trembling
