Melancholic Journey piosenki

And the Birds Will Fly Away A free bird cannot live in cage without suffering and rage. Their place is in the sky but imprisoned they all die. And like these all ill-fated birds we shall suffer in this world. Through the times of silent pain we are going d...

Dedicated and Wasted Life There are things that can't be changed, things that feed my hateful rage. In the future or the past we are forced to wear masks. Can we ever be ourselves when in mimic worlds we dwell? Compromises all day and night, stereotypes for...

(Instrumental) Gateway to the end Dead are these ugly stars, eternal are these burning scars. Through my eyes the world is devastated, in my mind all days are hated. Where is my self destruction's gateway? All my life I search the key. I loathe mysel...

(Instrumental) A world beyond the light This is a story for mystic place... where don't exist planets or space. Thousands dead souls are now sleeping and in this kingdom the life is unmeaning. Many Old spirits live beyond the light and there sun doesn...

(Instrumental) In a wintry eve Beside the gravestone was sitting a ghostly shape, reflection dark in the winter landscape. The wind was blowing with cold sharp waves and the spirit was walking between thousands of graves. The figure was born with man...

Poet's Last Letter Weakened hands and broken heart of man devoted to the art. Trapped to live a life unfair, damned to breathe the earthly air. To this darkness I am sworn and it is growing more and more. Shadows open the last gate so I shall embrase my fa...

The Everlasting Illusive Circle The wind and snow are calling her forgotten name creating blackened sorrow which never disappears. And the tears are falling like an autumn rain when a soul is dying year after year. Every night she comes back to her lonely...

(Instrumental) This colourless world I drift slowly in the air toward the world of my despair. Locked in this life I wait for my end, in desperation and sorrow my time I spent. All dreams are lost in blackness, all these paths lead me to darkness. Th...

(Instrumental) The Clock Tower of Despair Again the sounds of their feast I hear them wandering in the mist. All these years are lost behind the lock and this monotonous life like old gray clock. If medieval ages could return. If the present society...