Vision and the Voice
Necromancer, the rites of dementia
See what the death looks like
Souls with the limbo, coming withe eternal flames
Arrive in circles of trembling hands
No inferno but also no heavens
No god on his golden throne
Promised eden turned into desert
Empty space and dead remains
Spectral mouth tells hopeless truth
In uknown words massacring the mind
There is nothing after life
What we can imagine now and here
Infinitely full of posthumous nothing
Greed for immorality
Is only despair now
Caught in the waiting for nowhere
Selling the souls for oblivions price,
"I must be immortal"
Nocturnal stagnacy as I burn my candles
Sanity now dozes and waits for a day
Nightmares in their real dimensions
No hope now...
Soon I will die...
No inferno but also no heavens
No god on his golden throne
Promised eden turned into desert
Empty spaces and dead remains
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How can I be back here again
It was just the other day.
That I, I said I
I said I would be moving on
Seems to me I'm going round and round
It's the only way I know.
Every road that I take is the same
Everyway I go, everyday I go
Leading me back the way I've just come
Every road that I take is the same
Don't be sorry please, don't you worry please
I will be back again very soon.
Then, when I know
I know that I have stayed too long
And there's nothing left for me to say
So I'll be on my way
Every road that I take i