- Beyond the Trails of Torment
It was a serene day
When I saw my meaning in this world
There wasn't even a breath of wind
To touch my sore skin
With suffering comes the emotions
And sight…
The past gave nothing to heal
- A Walk Through The Silence
Where shadows fell
The garden of thought
Passing through
The entrance I once knew
Ignoring the deviance
Chained I am
To murder those frail ones
- Closure of Life
Finally...
You will see the day
Which gives the flickering of nothing
Deceased by this irrelevant world
Sorrow fills this bright air
Feel the cold on your skin
It is time to call the moaner
- Constant Stillness
Feels like these walls are my final home
The only haven of this cruel and captured mind
Constantly this time runs over me
And I will be buried with this stillness of mine
Could my heart be any weaker?
Of these silent dreams
Of these flowing thoughts
- My Dearest End
Closer than ever
I reach my hands
To embrace the merciful one
The one who cave me this life
The perfect way
To gather my thoughts
To heal my senses
- Ongoing Fall
One night I made myself strong
Visions clear like the haunting air
Honoured by the life
Which gave me so much
All this was just a glimpse of joy
Now everything feels the same
And I am almost
- Perfection of Waves
Slowly cascading
Dead motions
The essence of every move
Mercurial worlds collapsing
Joining the fields of silence
The landscape of eternal sleep
- The Quietude Plains
The deepest meaning
To reach the inner catharsis
To mourn in solitude
Finding a place
Behind the mist
Like the prophesy tells
Mind falls down
- The Wandering Path
There were mornings
When there was the sun
Always above me
Where I walked
The highest light
How I felt so alive
Opulence of life
- Therefore I Suffer
Therefore I Suffer
In so many ways
I tried to see
The source of kindness
Hiding in me
In this serenity
- To Breathe and to Suffocate
Constant fear in my plain emotions
To find myself...
To feel these shivers
Under the dead skin of mine
To breathe and to suffocate
To live alone
And to die alone
- When The Blackened Candles Shine
The moment of bizarre calmness
The tranquillity of morning dew
While my silvery tears drifts on these times
(My cold blade of sacred souls)
With a mission of pure slaughter
The moment of deceptive awareness