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The freezing black wind of blooming winter
Blooming winter
Tearing on the withering leaves
Leaves of winter
The waves will pull them under
Waves of winter

Should we stay

Демоны среди нас
Установили путь
Наших оставшихся дней
Утопили наши сердца в страдании
Подавляют нашу веру
Распятую ржавыми гвоздями

Тысяча криков внутри

Carry me
Oh noble wind, my ally
My ashes, a squall of memory
Through these barren meadows of death

Monochrome scenery
It basks in man’s passing
Our desolate wake

From summer's end
We walk towards winter
Shadows entwined
Fleeting moments passing by

By dawn we were ended
Yet there was beauty to be found
The warmth still lingered

A starless dark
Dazed eyes of a child
Disbelief inside
A bleak scene
That slowly dies
Our ravished paradise
Will show us how small we are

All the grief and the rage
This sorrowful tryst, forsake
I will carry your tears
They shall travel the winds
And fall on my skin

See all the things still animate
The tardigrades and centipedes

Paralyzed
Breeding disease in this dark grown place
A scarred soul
You went away alone
Undying sickness
Disarray
When the world wakes lifeless and always desert, where can I go?
Breathing with ever slowing pace.

With every breaking dawn
We scar the earth
In a blind mindless way
We feed our growing pain

Disinclined to see
In our cores diseased
We carry the plague

Among this dying scene
I try to pull together
Scattered beauty, Shards of life
The waning ruins of mankind

For you to see
My unborn child

Through aeons in sleep
We close our eyes to get away
Through ages astray
We close our minds to negate

In the end we all fall
In the end we all fall
Every soul, all alone

Laying in the sand, watching the
Waves crash, looking into the sky,
You're my shooting star...
That never fades away, even in
Dark you're there, always
Watching me. Helping me through life,
Walking upon my shadow, I wish you
Had never left. Why did you take your

Some proclaimed it was the seventh gate
Some forebode it was the heaven’s wake
Yet in the end it was us
All along

In the nest of ten thousand cranes
At long last we smothered the flame
Though not in the advent of the long aspired calm

Like shadows have we become.
Repressed.
Unable to withstand the wrath we have befallen, on these days of fierce anger.
As black birds of grief leave us withering without respite, it gets hard to breathe.
Soon our pulse wanes.
Sole creatures lost and undone.
Incused, unable to escape the havoc we have arisen.
On these ruins we will succumb.

We roam towards the downfall in fear.
Enchained in punishment.
Crying for deliverance.
We who are the ones to blame.
Unsound minds raising Cains
Evoking,the mans ruin
We gave birth for the plague
Futile souls born in vain

Since your death
In these burning shades of dusk
Still I crave
While plunging through this mourners plain

Into depths
I summon them to swallow me away
Until the end

Grow old in this place?
To see you age in disharmony?
This shelter the only home for you.
The line is crossed for evermore.
In this room with the unmoved faces staring mute.
Times of disgrace.
With misery we are engaged.
Times of disgrace.

Cling to no-one
For not one survived
Overwhelmed by
The Desolation
You fall

We lived the eve of mankind
And heeded not the passing’s sign

Through the the ruins of caved in homes
Purified with a curse, the flare withdraws.
Flees a welkin obscured.
Cross the black fields where serpents dwell.
Dim figures, a dark parade.
This is the closure, forced march into unknown.
Our sun is dying.
Stars hide within stars.

Ravaged with hate into bleeding ground that suffocates.
Once haunting desires fade away with anguished cries.
Nature bent on revenge.
Voice of perdition screaming.
Outburst is close.
Howls catching our cores, one last overthrow.
There is no escape.
This time the wolves cry out for blood abhorrent of our kind.

That night the crescent was high
The rippling puddles in the rainfall
I could feel the spirits around me
Whispers faint almost gone now

The silent voice of the night
Resounding ever deeper within
Hollow yet profound