Tracks

01. The Shrouded Divine
02. Amnesia
03. In The Failing Hour
04. By Others Considered
05. Grind Denial
06. The Art Of A Mourning Kind
07. The Black Lodge
08. Past October Skies (The Black Lodge Revisited)



01. The Shrouded Divine

In the crowd the insane rules
A creation of a falling kind
Preaching lies in suits of truth
But their pride remains unstained
In convoys crawling with cemetery smiles
The creatures in this freakshow are standing in line

No one have to be scared, when no one have to know
Put on your bulletproof mask and step into the light

Nothing can harm you
Nothing ever happens here
Inside this barricade the truth
Is not what it seems to be
In this corrupted pyramid
All for the one, the one for no one
The missing pieces in these fractured lives
Black and white pictures of colorfull cries
Running from the real thing
This is the easy path, the way for the weak

I have been painting pain in your tearstained eyes
You are the weakness defined, I, the truth behind
Setting the controls for your obscenity
You are the weakness defined

When awake, when asleep you see only me
The shrouded divine
When awake, when asleep you see only me
The shrouded divine

I am the marionettemaster
Creator of your conscience
Do not grasp on to the phantom of delight
Drink my wine, I will make you believe
I will give a thread to lead you through

In the crowd the insane rules
A creation of a falling kind
Preaching lies in suits of truth
But their pride remains unstained
In convoys crawling with cemetery smiles
The creatures in this freakshow are standing in line

I have been painting pain in your tearstained eyes
You are the weakness defined, I, the truth behind
Setting the controls for your obscenity
You are the weakness defined

When awake, when asleep you see only me
The shrouded divine
When awake, when asleep you see only me
The shrouded divine


02. Amnesia

Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces
Screaming, crying, (just) deny it
Hide your senses

It's happening again
I'm waking up in an embrace of red
Just like the days before
Examining the stains, looking for wounds without result
The blood is not mine

Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces
Screaming, crying, (just) deny it
Hide your senses

(In this) obscurity, paralysed in self-satisfaction
Stranded in this scene of violence

I'm escaping from it again
Crawling out back in to the shadow
I rearrange my life

This is my new world. Welcome to Amnesia
Broken down on another faceless day
One more statement from the watchers of my parade

It's happening again
I'm waking up in an embrace of red
Just like the days before
Examining the stains, looking for wounds without result
The blood is not mine

This is my new world. Welcome to Amnesia
Broken down on another faceless day
One more statement from the watchers of my parade

Amnesia

Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces
Screaming, crying, (just) deny it
Hide your senses


03. In The Failing Hour

She was the key to my darkest heart
Holding hands with the seekers of the path
A forced face from the lingering hate
A fake grace for the closing eyes in the crowd

Reverse your rightness, let go of control
Beware of the denying, it's in your hall
You have the same ability to do as them
Don't count your mistakes, get in the line and do what it takes

She was the weakest in the world of liars
Maybe the only one left that was telling the whole truth
Waiting for that moment again in this misplaced childhood
Ready to faint she will accept it, clutching at the tears in her mind

The flock didn't pay in pain like the others
Body to the ground, gravel in those tiny eyes
For each day she struggles the degradation
Forever bound to walk the fields of disgrace

She was the key to my darkest heart
Holding hands with the seekers of the path
A forced face from the lingering hate
A fake grace for the closing eyes in the crowd

She was the weakest in the world of liars
Maybe the only one left that was telling the whole truth
Waiting for that moment again in this misplaced childhood
Ready to faint she will accept it, clutching at the tears in her mind
In The Failing Hour


04. By Others Considered

Dark secrets always turns out to be the best
Why does the rain always seem so black
Bleeding for more to satisfy my everything
Sealed from the others, leading me down

For the apparition of my longing
I borrowed a smile, unfaithfull to reality
To dignify my hollowness
Bewildered minds declaring this world for me
Drowned by this burden

This is my confession, my lament to you
It's me, I've painted the walls
It's a portrait, of a black paradise
From this day on I will look at life through darkness

This is my confession, my lament to you
It's me, I've painted the walls
It's a portrait, of a black paradise
From this day on I will look at life with my eyes closed

Here is my confession, my last one to do
From this moment, I will shut my eyes
I look through the window, I look upon the world I face
What do I see, it's a rainy day

Dark secrets always turns out to be the best
I can't restrain always forced to go back
Bleeding for more to satisfy my everything
Sealed from the others, leading me down


05. Grind Denial

I have seen this enemy
Crawling back with dignity
Came from my past so I couldn't defy it
Changing my looks so I couldn't deny it

Oh this is a new day
It takes me to the wrong way
I come and I go and I do ignore
I can't believe I've done this before

Dark is my hallucination
I"ve got a feeling of this pain that grows
Black ghost points into the mirror
Burning selfdestructive torture

Twisted thoughts drown determination
Just try and stop me, you can't control
Black eyes, we point together
Staring behind our fucking lives

I have seen this enemy
Crawling back with dignity
Came from my past so I couldn't defy it
Changing my looks so I couldn't deny i

Oh this is a new day
It takes me to the wrong way
I come and I go and I do ignore
I can't believe I've done this before

Twisted thoughts drown determination
Just try and stop me, you can't control
Black eyes, we point together
Staring behind our fucking lives


06. The Art Of A Mourning Kind

Parading on the pride of others
It is their fine art of slaughter
One by one go down, cascading bloodstains on sacred ground
The art ot the mourning kind
The cry of Gods children, when Eden burns

Accusing innocence
In a Graveyard of dreams
Showing ignorance
To the art ot the mourning kind

Undiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another one
Just a fragment, a dear memory remains
In the ashes of another life that drowned
All the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sand
Touched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrives
And the magpie never used its wings to fly

In the sequence of a shaded kiss
The fearless uniformed got his tears on the inside
All the emotions gathering on the shore
In every moment there is one more failing hour to come

Grey light, in the silhouettes of dawning
The weak are gathered here for mourning
And the barbarian is honored once again
Yet another war for the statistic statues in command

Accusing innocence
In a Graveyard of dreams
Showing ignorance
To the art ot the mourning kind

Accusing innocence
In a Graveyard of dreams
Showing ignorance
To the art ot the mourning kind


07. The Black Lodge

Gone for days, Julia
Without a trace, Julia
Leaving some words, a note
If anyone gave a damn

Gone for days, Julia
Without a trace, Julia

Leaving some words, a note
If anyone gave a damn
She laid her eyes upon the glade
A place unssen by many
And unknown to all
She was hiding herself in the broad daylight
From the seekers of the grind denial
She approaches to the water
The dark, cold water

She was a keeper of the inside
(Revealed) by this place which is unfound
A pity sight for the magpie
The Black Lodge

She was hiding herself in the broad daylight
From the seekers of the grind denial
She approaches to the water
The dark, cold water

Beautiful when she left the door
Unclosed behind
Red dress, the evidence was on her wrists
Julia, where are you going
What are you leading me to
The trail to the lodge is irrelevant
It's always the end
When they're finally there
I can still see you through the water

Gone for days, Julia
Without a trace, Julia
Leaving some words, a note
If anyone gave a damn
Gone for days, Julia
Without a trace, Julia

She was a keeper of the inside
(Revealed) by this place which is unfound
A pity sight for the magpie
The Black Lodge

She was hiding herself in the broad daylight
From the seekers of the grind denial
She approaches to the water
The dark, cold water


08. Past October Skies (The Black Lodge Revisited)

The tired moon was crawling through the trees
The branches were casting shadows on the ground
A sad tale took place that October morning
A lost soul left home for the last time
Betrayed by the world, the unknown and invisible
Tangled in a web of reality never real for her

The view of the world was so different
From underneath the surface
In the water she felt no pain
And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away

She kneeled for death in silence
The trail to the lodge is Julia
In the water she felt no pain
And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away

She was left to this decision alone
Misguided in the careless crusade

So she went away that day
It was the end of her world
She walked the narrow way blinded by life
Blinded by life

The presence of pain was here
In water tears were invisible
It was all in the crest of misery
She kneeled for death in silence

No answers will be found and the black lodge still remains
It has always been the end, and she was finally there
The dying moon laid down to rest through the nightmares
And overhead the cloudy sky started to cry

Past October Skies
The Black Lodge Is Irrelevant

The tired moon was crawling through the trees
The branches were casting shadows on the ground
A sad tale took place that October morning
A lost soul left home for the last time
Betrayed by the world, the unknown and invisible
Tangled in a web of reality never real for her

The view of the world was so different
From underneath the surface
In the water she felt no pain
And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away

She kneeled for death in silence
The trail to the lodge is Julia
In the water she felt no pain
And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away

The presence of pain was here
In water tears were invisible
It was all in the crest of misery
She kneeled for death in silence

No answers will be found and the black lodge still remains
It has always been the end, and she was finally there
The dying moon laid down to rest through the nightmares
And overhead the cloudy sky started to cry