Aphonic Threnody - The Ghost's Song

All i see out there are dead trees and endless snow.
Springtime won't come for me.
My body's twisted and corrupted.

My brain still can think, but my head is like a broken shell.
Lips can't say a word, my tongue's like a sleeping worm.

Eyes yet can see from this revolted bed of mine,
and my mind tries to escape this tomb.
Please death take me away tonight.

Snow in the wind like thousands of white flies.
My back is bleeding and i cannot feel the pain.
Gangrene is devouring my shell.
Like a lost soul I wanna burn in hell.

I'm not a man anymore.
I'm like the roots of those trees out there.
Growing old i'm digging my way
to the coffin i'll be in tomorrow.

I feel the wind out there,
blowing and giving me peace.
"Listen to the sound of silence" it says,
I'm getting used to it yet I'm still here.

I just wanna feel alive once more, not being just a corpse.
I wanna love once more, and cry once more,
before the next stage of decomposition.

All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death.
To the snow and the trees I introduce myself:
"I am the living dead.
.. I am the living dead!!!"

All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death.
to the snow and the trees I introduce myself:
"I am, the living, dead!!!" Открыть страницу с текстом

Seasons left us behind,
Time has come and forever gone.
Of young hands and child' eyes
there are only pale fading memories and an endless cry.

Slowly the time devoured whom you loved,
forever they're lost, they left this world.
Strangers look at me from their frames by an empty wall.
Who are they? Am I the stranger in the room?

.. of a son, brother and father,
just dejavues are left for a dying mind.
Faces just look all the same, they are all people
I won't see ever again.

Yesterday has gone, now is just eternal nights.
Loneliness take me, hide me in your womb.
Dementia is eating my world, my memory is a purulent scar.
Of all i was everything is lost, I am no more. Открыть страницу с текстом

Skin becomes pale, rigomortis is on its way.
Flesh is no more the same, frozen cold it turns blue.
Winds of putrefaction coming from the depths.
Soon larvars starting their feast.

They devour day after day.
Their hunger moves them blind in the gloom.
A silent march from the realms of death.
Release the decadence and its reek.

Immortal is their inhuman greed.
Devils evoked from the world beyond.
The ground calls them to life.
In the black oath of human doom.

Under those tombs, leaving just bones.
In death, to the ground, they slowly return.
Just white skulls and lifeless skeletons.
Know now the highest secret of the tomb.

Wooden domes confine the stench.
Of human nature after the end.
To the time to devour the mortal bones away.
When we're no more just dust remains. Открыть страницу с текстом

Living nightmares are crawling on me day after day.
Trying to find shelter and run away but still I feel them on my skin.
They rack me with pain, my mind they strain and I can't hide.
.. If now you can hear me, please show me some bliss.
as with children when they go to sleep.

Anguish is a sharpened blade cutting a way thru the flesh,
Straight to the heart.
Love and tears, joy and fears, like hammers hitting a wall,
Making it crumble in dust.
Like old men forced to death under the weight of their age,
A voice comes in my dreams.
The world out there is a savage beast that merciless tears apart the weak in its hate feast.

Can you hear me crying at night, where my voice can't scream and tears can't fall out of my eyes?
Where's your hand Father?
It never touches our backs relieving the sorrow and the pain.
Of being vulnerable children in the jaws of this world where you've forgotten about us.
Where what we call love is just another way leading to a place where hope is vain.

Looking outside from the window you see time silent passing,
Decomposing all around.
Men walking the earth as each others slaves,
Careless of what generates hate.
Living in rotten dreams and illusions of power,
They forgot their own brothers' names.
They won't cry, they won't think, they are killing their children in their sleep.

And love in all this is just a cruel myth,
Where they hide in despair.
Believing our world is safe because love is the way that leads to some ecstasy.
And while they cry they will mask with fake smiles the fear for those crawling nightmares.
At night they'll remember them, their children in bed, and the lies relieving their sleep. Открыть страницу с текстом

I'm behind you whispering in your ear but you won't turn your face at me.
I became the lord of the silent speeches in the darkness of our room.
I watch you in the sleep and I'm there with you but nothingness is my empire.
I'm a roaming soul, less than a shadow and I cannot rest.

Time is the human way to count the pain separating birth to death.
I'm there while you're growing old and solitude is taking your mind.
My screams are like the voice of the dumb,
they won't break the borders of this prison where I'm chained and dusted.

.. And when you've lost me, I've lost you and all the joy of this world.
I feel I'll be condemned to haunt your tomb and look at you in point of death.
... and all my tears, will vanish in a haze, while I'll be watching your grave at night,
cursing the Lord and the world around me I'll dream we didn't die. Открыть страницу с текстом