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Grey translucent silhouettes
Wearily creeping at the grim sky
Stretching their hands to it
In a soundless yell

Cursed and fallen souls of the autumn
Writhing suffering shadows guide my way
(To the autumn's cruel tyranny kingdom)

Dank September evening
With a bloodred blaze of a sunset
Slow death and decline is all around
Golden carpet of leaves is a pitiless sentence

Breathing of autumn plaintively moans
In unison with a cold sullen wind
Sorrowful sky is a slowly dropping

I see a long blood stained corridor in front of my eyes
Walls all ripped and torn of lost souls trying to get out

I want to run – escape this
Leave all behind – this suffering
Run out of here – alone to be
I don’t care they’re all gone to me

Chained to a rusty illusion
Lost senses, no reality
I am to take the motors off track
The spirit back from the machinery

Corrosion, slowly degrading
Corruption, sees how I'm fading
Destruction, what should I do?

The dark turned into grey
During the golden age of sin
Into distance it let me fade
But I'll never let it win

There is only one guarantee
It's the cycle of suffering
I look ahead for the end

My whole body hurts so bad
This is a fate I shouldn’t have had
Growing to be dry bones and ashes
Bleeding red inside from rips and gashes

Red, too dim to see
Blood forever bleeds
Fire is burning me

Where is god in suffering?
The die is cast, may vengeance yield me
Only a man who’s felt despair
Feels what life’s really bringing

Life is a war, leaves you all torn
Drew me out of nothingness
It made me be what I am now

(The) southern sky has turned to grey, as I have left behind the trees
The moon is rising up above, the path that leads me along
Still memories, die among, the striding moments, as the life
Is glimmering in the storm, made by feelings in my heart

Blood’s chasing me, onto the edge
Where I meet my desteny, beyond banished skies
The sorrow in my heart, vulture of my life

Theater of The Absurd
(Lyrics: Saric)

Beginnings and endings are intertwined
Existence is cyclical, delays of time
I want to return and reverse what went wrong
I haven’t seen it for so long

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky