A Lifetime Obscurity

Like a love lost in the cold
Thru the grim shadows of old
Shadows that whisper of souls.

Like a love lost in the cold
That strength less I shall behold thru years
Of darkness or filtrate light
It's always been easier to close the eyes
Rather than open them and see
What thou never ever wanted to see...

Once felt the weight of thy age
Call the Martyr to laugh and dance
Upon thy graveyard of shame
For love was lost and life was won
All the other things are shades to be gone
And the path of mourning longs for more...

"Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto
Dance thy particular waltz
Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto
Upon my ridiculous grave"

Spirit and flesh are now rotting, their abode is so far, shall I find it?
For the path I am walking, it's so lonely and bleeding
The grief's overwhelming and sadness is crying
Thou can taste all my sorrow for my life is so empty
Empty like words that are buried with loss
Turn on thy back all that's shown is regret
And the shadows of death are unleashing their powers NOW!

Like a love lost in the cold
Thru the grim shadows of old
Shadows that whisper of souls.

Everything gone and never to return
Here's the coldness and the bleakness of it all
A constant prelude to agony
A following of seasons of apathy
Cruel are the eyes of misery
Black are the wings of my destiny
Primordial tears come out as knives...

The left half of the heart in the left hand
The right half of the heart in the right hand...

...of darkness or filtrate light
It's always been easier to close the eyes...
...Once felt the weight of thy age
Call the Martyr to laugh and dance
Upon thy graveyard of shame.

Obscurity - Mourning dwells in me
Obscurity - A lifelong misery
Obscurity - bleeding the soul away...

Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones
Crushing everything that I'm holding inside and then going back again...
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones
Crushing everything I am holding inside and all left behind seem to come back again...

When senses are blinded and feelings distorted
Call the Martyr to show thee the real true existence
Hypnotic delusions are blessed with confusion
Another landscape is silent with intent of revelation
Groping one's way towards the wastes of life
Why this seems to have no end?
Groping one's way towards the wastes of life
Please help me inhale the true existence!