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When Stillness Comes
03:17
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The Cellar
05:53
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Decomposed in semi-darness
Like a deadman in cold dirt.
Eke the fire left the soul,
Now it’s empty after all.
Yet abundance of distress
Gives me generous caress.
After sunset every night
I go down to shun the light.
In the cellar, mirk and old,
Find I place to hide my soul.
Crumbling bricks and walls in dust,
Smell I air of distant past.
Sacred drink of ancient gods,
Won’t you mingle with my bloods?
Thus become a part of me,
Heal my soul of agony.
As I’m lying on the ground
Feel I cold of tranquil pound.
Though my blood is no more pure,
There’s a peace inside my mind.
Where did all the fears depart?
Could they just escape the jard?
They are hiding, there’s no doubt
Fed by lies and disregard.
But the day will come again.
Shadows will bring on the pain.
Blood is clear and so is mind.
And the struggle has begun.
While evade you world of sadness,
Going deep into the void,
The solution to the hardships
Lies abandoned and unfold.
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3. |
In Hades Domains
04:30
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Somber streams of water cold
Wafts the river of the dungeon.
And the rock, that gave it birth,
Will be ruined by its flows.
Moves it low, but quite persistent,
Feeding land of night with might.
From the air that soars in darkness
Blood grows cold and breath is tight.
Those who come here for the virtue
Seldom are to stay alive.
Only warriors of fortune
Are to strive and to survive.
Pluck and courage sacred waters
Bless them with are hard to gauge.
All to follow lethal pathway,
Setting off in rush and rage
To the fight of Life and Death...
Plenty vows has Styx received,
Plenty though are still to hear.
People swore of faith and courage.
Generous words of vital grief,
Promised all to be perpetual,
In reality are not.
Life is cruel and dramatic,
Though ridiculously short.
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4. |
In The Darkest Light
07:21
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Lost in the darkest corners of the mind palace,
Wandering along the road to nowhere.
The night as dark as my thoughts
Covered me with haze.
There’s no beginning, nor end of this path.
Just entire disenchantment in reality.
Condemned to be an outlaw in the world of madness.
Indulge I pleasure of my solitude.
And it swallows me indeed.
Forgotten chores of living
Do not bother me.
I wrecked the walls of canon,
I went beyond the used,
Tried hard to find the answer.
What is the Truth?
From me She turned away though.
She hides her core and waits
Not willing to reveal it
To those who moan and hate.
Oh, dear Life, how can you be
So unbearable for me?
With all I’ve had to suffer
There is no end to it.
Oh, wonderwork, I see the light.
A bright thought came up in my mind
Illuminating my resort.
The Moon emerged from cloudy fort.
I got the answer where to tred.
The lodestar, blessing over head
Of wanderer, accept my praise
And be the one to see my final days.
Of wanderer, accept my praise
And be the one to see my final days.
To die. To sleep. No more of pain.
To end the heartache
And the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
To die, that is my destiny, indeed.
To rid this world of violence and greed
Of creature willing to erode
And poison every step of road
It follows…
Oh, dear Life, how can you be
So unbearable for me?
With all I’ve had to suffer
There is no end to it.
Of wanderer, accept my praise
And be the one to see my final days.
To die. To sleep. No more of pain.
To end the heartache
Oh, humble wayfarer,
I know your path is tough.
I was suppressed like you
By Darkness all around.
But once I found
The light within my heart.
This light is falling on your soul
Now from above.
The darkest light is calling
Me from the pit of grief.
The Moon that shines above me
Is craving to believe
In beauty of the madness,
In bounty of heart,
In cruelty of sadness.
From now I shall depart…
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5. |
Révérence Devant La Mort
05:22
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Plenty years of pointless wanders
On the roads of knotted life.
Disbelief in joy and mercy
Sharpens blade of deadly knife.
Every breath is getting harder,
Piercing pain stabs from inside.
But I know the end is near,
Watching for me to decide.
Sparks of hope and dulcet pleasure
Interfere in my intent,
Elongating daily struggle
Of benevolence and hate.
And today I'll stop this torture...
Sleepless night and noiseless house,
But the dripping roof in gloom.
And the creaky stairs I climb
Going up to precious room.
There I find my sweet seclusion
Under roof in dismal hole.
Dusty attic, cold and soggy,
It’s a place to hide my soul.
Passing on to meet her grandeur
Here at midnight as arranged.
I’m at place, the rope is hanging
Waiting for our bout on stage.
The time has come…
Oh, Death, this royal curtsy is for you!
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6. |
Suicide Therapy
07:03
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Darkness night with fever dreams
Over the fears and over the nightmares
I come to my slowly emptiness end
I Come to the death
Try to forget and try to remember
The great moments of game called
Life with no torment between the two worlds
Be trying to come to my one end
And suffering rain flowing through my veins
Only once you can see this in flame
See how sunrise dissolves in dawn hate
And finally will happen my end
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7. |
The Merciless Swamp
05:44
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Creeps the gorgeous Night unnoticed.
Gloomy blackness touched the sky.
And the light, the light has gone.
Only Moon is now above.
Enigmatic now as usual,
She is mournful, she is pale.
As I watch this scene exhausted,
Bore and drowsiness prevail.
And my strength is slowly sinking,
Heavy eyelids coming down.
Now I truly steep in slumber…
Darkest forests of the nowhere
In dramatic dales of lore,
All surrounded by the shadows,
Hard to chase and to explore.
Narrow trails and countless branches
Hiding glory of luring depths.
No horizon to the eyesight,
Far away dwells hope for strength.
Winding creek of magic water
Feeds the dale and wafts the howls
Of the fallen and misguided.
Creeps the fear of bitter laws.
Flows amid the hills and stumps,
Fragrant herbs and plenty shrubs,
Fallen logs which taint in moss,
And divides the land across.
Moisture grows, here comes the swamp,
Quaggy monster of the woods,
Hiding deep into the gloom
Its horrendous whopping roots.
There’s no turning back from here now.
I arrived to lose myself
In the gorgeous works of nature.
Now I drown in ooze restrained.
Several moments left to ending,
Raised my eyes to trembling sky.
Distant stars are quietly glowing
Farewell to my last sigh.
I wake up in bloody coldness…
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Пламенем горя сжигая мосты,
Я уничтожу жалкую плоть,
Душу отдам в пелену пустоты,
Слабость смогу побороть.
Из отчаянья сплетает
Жизни последние сети.
В сердце кровь моя стихает:
Умираю, умираю.
Вынул кинжал из разбитой груди —
Грохот отчаянья крикнул в ответ,
Нет мне уже назад пути:
Гаснет жизни свет.
Из отчаянья сплетает
Жизнь последние сети.
В сердце кровь моя стихает:
Умираю, умираю.
Замолчит угрюмый ветер,
Попоёт куплет последний
Своей скорбной песни
Обо мне.
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