1. |
Elegy
11:23
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Here lies all I've been,
still in the dirt.
No trace of anything
but filth and rot.
I sing my elegy,
to bid your rest.
Buried beneath the snow,
lifeless and cold.
I stand before my tomb,
under a mournful moon.
These walls become my cage,
black tar runs through my veins.
One crimson tear
falls to the ground.
No-one but me
grieves for this corpse.
A fire devours my flesh,
it feeds off my pain.
Lost among phantoms of dread,
wandering all alone.
How could my soul heal
in absence of time?
Day after day, the same,
deep in the dark.
I sing my elegy,
to bid your rest.
Buried beneath the snow,
lifeless and cold.
Poison fills the void,
all inside my body;
a mist of silence within.
My screams are all trapped in my throat,
I yearn to cut them all away.
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2. |
Le temps detruit tout
11:10
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Floating away,
minutes escape.
Out of my hands,
all vanishes.
Dark air fills my lungs,
coughin blood; coffin nails.
No turning back,
there awaits an endless ocean.
Nowhere to be found.
All these memories are worth naught .
in the end.
Is this the real you?
Living in shadows, becoming one
Is this the real you?
Awake in a dream, unable to sleep again.
Time destroys me
and everything I ever got to know.
Time destroys me,
its cold hands hold tight, never to let go.
Time destroys everything.
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3. |
Liminal
12:34
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Nothing left
to see.
My eyes closed
forever.
Deep in my soul
lie countless dreams.
When the night takes our empty hearts,
and brings them back with regret,
we will stand alone and dismal.
Out of tears... consumed by fear.
Nothing to live for
nor die for.
Deep in my soul
lie countless ghosts.
Inside me lives
another being.
A bird ascends to roam the sky,
drops its feathers on my arms
Through the window I can see
the ill flight of my sanity.
Thousands of years
away,
just to find out
I'm lost.
Nothing to see
anymore.
Everything fades
to black... into a dream.
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4. |
Scent of Sleep and Tears
14:15
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All the worries within
we hold for the future,
all our fading dreams,
the senseless cruelty...
Knowing that all will end,
always looking inside.
Slowly burning our hopes
for another life.
The dying of our faith,
darkness and silence...
are the only answer
to our deafening screams.
Our hopeless effort of being,
way beyond appearances.
The masks that we wear to others
fall out when we are alone.
Unable to move,
unable to speak.
Shut myself in,
there will be no more
lies.
In the depths of winter,
I learned within me lies
an invincible summer.
(Au milieu de l’hiver,
j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi
un été invincible.) -Albert Camus
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