Aphonic Threnody
When Death Comes Again
1. The Ghost's Song
I'm behind you whispering in your ear
But you won't turn your face at me
I became the lord of the silent speeches
In the darkness of our room
I watch you in the sleep and I'm there with you
But nothingness is my empire
I'm a roaming soul
Less than a shadow and I cannot rest
Time is the human way to count
The pain separating birth to death
I'm there while you're growing old
And solitude is taking your mind
My screams are like the voice of the dumb
They won't break the borders of this prison
Where I'm chained and dusted
And when you've lost me
I’ve lost you and all the joy of this world
I feel I'll be condemned to haunt your tomb
And look at you in point of death
And all my tears, will vanish in a haze
While I'll be watching your grave at night
Cursing the lord and the world around me
I’ll dream we didn't die
2. Death Obsession
All i see out there are dead trees and endless snow
Springtime won't come for me
My body's twisted and corrupted
My brain still can think, but my head is like a broken shell
Lips can't say a word, my tongue's like a sleeping worm
Eyes yet can see from this revolted bed of mine
And my mind tries to escape this tomb
Please death take me away tonight
Snow in the wind like thousands of white flies
My back is bleeding and i cannot feel the pain
Gangrene is devouring my shell
Like a lost soul I wanna burn in hell
I'm not a man anymore
I'm like the roots of those trees out there
Growing old i'm digging my way
To the coffin i'll be in tomorrow
I feel the wind out there
Blowing and giving me peace
Listen to the sound of silence it says
I'm getting used to it yet I'm still here
I just wanna feel alive once more, not being just a corpse
I wanna love once more, and cry once more
Before the next stage of decomposition
All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death
To the snow and the trees I introduce myself
I am the living dead
I am the living dead
All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death
To the snow and the trees I introduce myself
I am the living dead
3. Dementia
Seasons left us behind
Time has come and forever gone
Of young hands and child eyes
There are only pale fading memories and an endless cry
Slowly the time devoured whom you loved
Forever they are lost, they left this world
Strangers look at me from their frames by an empty wall
Who are they? Am I the stranger in the room?
Of a son, brother and father
Just deja vu are left for a dying mind
Faces just look all the same, they are all people
I won't see ever again
Yesterday has gone, now is just eternal nights
Loneliness take me, hide me in your womb
Dementia is eating my world, my memory is a purulent scar
Of all i was everything is lost, I am no more
4. The Childrens's Sleep
Living nightmares are crawling on me day after day
Trying to find shelter and run away but still I feel them on my skin
They rack me with pain, my mind they strain and I can't hide
If now you can hear me, please show me some bliss
As with children when they go to sleep
Anguish is a sharpened blade cutting a way thru the flesh
Straight to the heart
Love and tears, joy and fears, like hammers hitting a wall
Making it crumble in dust
Like old men forced to death under the weight of their age
A voice comes in my dreams
The world out there is a savage beast that merciless tears apart the weak in its hate feast
Can you hear me crying at night, where my voice can't scream and tears can't fall out of my eyes?
Where's your hand Father?
It never touches our backs relieving the sorrow and the pain
Of being vulnerable children in the jaws of this world where you've forgotten about us
Where what we call love is just another way leading to a place where hope is vain
Looking outside from the window you see time silent passing
Decomposing all around
Men walking the earth as each others slaves
Careless of what generates hate
Living in rotten dreams and illusions of power
They forgot their own brothers' names
They won't cry, they won't think, they are killing their children in their sleep
And love in all this is just a cruel myth
Where they hide in despair
Believing our world is safe because love is the way that leads to some ecstasy
And while they cry they will mask with fake smiles the fear for those crawling nightmares
At night they'll remember them, their children in bed, and the lies relieving their sleep
5. Our Way to the Ground
Skin becomes pale, rigor mortis is on its way
Flesh is no more the same, frozen cold it turns blue
Winds of putrefaction coming from the depths
Soon larvas starting their feast
They devour day after day
Their hunger moves them blind in the gloom
A silent march from the realms of death
Release the decadence and its reek
Immortal is their inhuman greed
Devils evoked from the world beyond
The ground calls them to life
In the black oath of human doom
Under those tombs, leaving just bones
In death, to the ground, they slowly return
Just white skulls and lifeless skeletons
Know now the highest secret of the tomb
Wooden domes confine the stench
Of human nature after the end
To the time to devour the mortal bones away
When we're no more just dust remains
6. Our Way to the Ground
Skin becomes pale, rigor mortis is on its way
Flesh is no more the same, frozen cold it turns blue
Winds of putrefaction coming from the depths
Soon larvas starting their feast
They devour day after day
Their hunger moves them blind in the gloom
A silent march from the realms of death
Release the decadence and its reek
Immortal is their inhuman greed
Devils evoked from the world beyond
The ground calls them to life
In the black oath of human doom
Under those tombs, leaving just bones
In death, to the ground, they slowly return
Just white skulls and lifeless skeletons
Know now the highest secret of the tomb
Wooden domes confine the stench
Of human nature after the end
To the time to devour the mortal bones away
When we're no more just dust remains
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