to go out of life Shadows haunt the evening Through a quiet skies Where I am nowhere is to? In grey they didn't see the way Through haze my bleak Perception
dam Deeper to the absent stare Crippled by present maze All around you Numb cold walls In grey they didn't see the way Through haze my bleak Perception
inert dam Deeper to the absent stare Crippled by present maze All around you Numb cold walls In grey they didn't see the way Through haze my bleak Perception
times The soul has seen Through eyes of heaven The imperium of earth There's nothing left to perceive Help me to escape from this existence I yearn
tearful eyes... enchanting At night... I kiss the serpent in thy tears For years... thy sorrow I've mourned Harken my moonchilds cry yearning for another
won't lose my way again As long as it's dark enough to see Welcome blindness, transparency No system of harmony more accurate than this Welcome bleakness, disconnection No yearning
The spirits meet Waited for an age It was a lesson sent Abstract and numbed Abstract and bleak Patience lent His test of patience lent Horizontal yet erect Yearning
In oceans of light Haunts the bleak river Mindless spectre Summons malice without thought Insane paradox of dreams gone awry Stalked and thrown on funeral
our souls to the edge of death The sun became our most dreadful enemy Our bodies burning, still never dying Wishing you never were stillborn with us The starving yearning
Solely watching life passing by Stranded helpless at withering sky Straying through these mazes bleak With no other place to seek Not far from here Can
the life Withdrawn, out of sight Birdes flew out from beautiful garden Circle of sorrow seems to never end Wizened are flowers, brought to monument of zeal Bleak
Tunes witheld the same That oceans strive Through this time Falling for our dying grace Fading sunset paints a woodlands face As weather bleak as ever
to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods I yearn
of times The soul has seen Through eyes of heaven The imperium of earth Nothing left to perceive Help me to escape from this existence I yearn for an
Real is the oration of stone possesed emotion I yearn isolation from this realization Reject the elation of blissful tranquility Obsessions they lay with the bleak
. Real is The oration of stone possessed emotion. I yearn isolation from this realisation. Reject the elation of blissful tranquility, obsessions they lay with the bleak
[Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 29/9-1999 Edited 11/7, 27/7 and 6/8-2000] Filled with sorrow... Bleak inner self touched by pride, devoured by solitude,
