Hortus Animae A Lifetime Obscurity Lyrics:
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
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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!...
Lyrics: A Lifetime Obscurity, Hortus Animae [end]