A Lifetime Obscurity (Part 1)

Follow the path towards the solitude
Thou shall feel cursed if betrayed
But when I betray call the Martyr to weep
To bury the scars thru never ending seasons of grief
Then i'll follow the black path towards horizon dark and i'll reach only sadness as mourning dwells in me.

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 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...

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!