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Apathy Noir - A Silent Nowhere

by Viktor Jonas

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Soul Strings This album made a phenomenal first impression on me when it was released. It's dark yet sincere and beautiful Favorite track: Slumber.
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Some guy Music and lyrics combine to paint evocative scenes in the mind's eye. The atmosphere is damn-near tangible. I suppose I'd call it doom-tinged melodic progressive death (labels are annoying, but if that sounds good to you, this is a great one) Favorite track: The Mist And The Ocean.
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Down in the heart of the dark Under the surface beneath Be wise to read these words for they might decide your fortune On their way through mist on dark waters a ship has lost it's course Rocks ahead but there's something more - the mist comes alive Temptress is my name and I lure the weak hearts of men into temptation Serpentia is my name and I sway my tongue with the wickedest persuasion And I am the queen of us three beauty is my virtue, I am Deirdré Men; we shall stay here and enjoy the hospitality of the sirens three Inflicted by spirits, cursed The crew sail on into certain death Into enchantment the men fall Sirens, they feed on lost souls at sea The tale is said to be as such that one turns into stone in the depths by only one touch as deadly as can be Unfortunate ones are those, who live to tell the tale Temptress is my name and I lure the weak hearts of men into temptation The mist and the ocean
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Bitter Roots 05:12
Stone sculpted poetry and roses from the funeral A memorial to death, words of admiration The dance of leaves in early autumn haze As with the constant wind comes the grief Colors won’t describe nor will they provide With flavor, nothing but grey leaving a bitter scent No release, enslaved by the past, see the sun go down for the last time before darkness master my rest Here; the caskets where spirits as captives lie Holy ashes to be dust before materialized Darkly veiled the heart to be forgotten Knowing death would bring enlightenment Souls it wants to rid, souls unpure; birthed from bitter roots Outside the prisoners bound to hear the wind whirling 'round Their presence immortally screaming even after their death
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As seasons turns summer ends Everything around me withers, drained of life But I'm still standing, as frozen in time Abandoned and alone, awaiting the silence Swallowed by the mist of morning, disappearing into the pale Carried away by the autumn storms that scars the landscape Ashen skies and dark horizons The early winter's frost sends a chill down my spine I'm awaiting the silence To end the misery On the first day of November Snow fell like ashes from the sky From a fire long since extinct Like the fire inside of me That had ceased to exist, left me unable to feel It was a fire that would never burn again The sun is blinding my eyes Everything around me has come back to life But I'm withered and cold, the perpetual winter inside of me still reigns supreme I closed my eyes and felt the world fade away
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I awake and embrace my loss as I fell asleep my life's ruin remain In my sleep I am without agony Surely if I could I would walk towards the lightning in there Haunted my screams as let myself go I feel I am slipping, the cold touch my soul Reaching my purpose with the wave of my hand my future I set, this - with a dark celebration People who once have crossed that path are the paradox of regrets and search of forgiveness They live in a silent nowhere alone and keep their secret inside waiting Heavy burden as heavy can be, waiting, desperately waiting To be set free from agony Desperately waiting... I see myself from a godly point of view what I never learned, what I never knew how is this - I am watching me if there's a god to see my sins? The end has come to get me or the orb of life seem cricked From dark came the light When it was born, into darkness it shall return As spoke the prophecy Not my fault nor by my hand, but from the compact hands of nothing Being the wind, earth shall be cast Woke up screaming one night in cold sweat The words felt like burning flesh in me So real I cowardly weakened and turned inwards Now I write this letter, to whomever see what I write My words are the words of something beneath I do not say god or wicked beings I simply say these words are not mine and they are true People who once have crossed that path are the paradox of regrets and search of forgiveness They live in a silent nowhere alone and keep their secret inside Written in parts like a play this is the mysteries of the darkness in your soul, the abyss you hide
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Night falls, as I’ve slained the sun and I slumber, in a midwinter haze - so cold and dark Embracing me as if in a womb Let this night never be over Don't let me wake up to another morning Let me dwell in the shadows Never to see the burning light of day Let this night never be over I've seen it all, I've felt it all Nothing can bring me back now I fall yet again, into this midwinter haze But the pain still lingers Inside of me, like a sickness Oh night, embrace me again, spare me from this disease Let me float in the comfort of your womb, forever! I am the man who swallowed the sun And painted the sky in black Oh night, embrace me again, spare me from this disease Let me float in the comfort of your womb Let me slumber in the midwinter haze - so cold and dark Let me dwell in the shadows Never to wake up Never to see the sun
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Many are those who walk in the dark Suspicious of the shadows closing in Fear not the shadow but man instead Let darkness sink in deep in your soul Lead me to the dark of the heart So the world may never harm me again The sign of the serpent represented Still today I lure the weak into temptation But what is evil in their eyes these days Oh mighty father I am free, free from your grasp No longer your slave Free from your chains I state abandonment, now take my hand And you shall be released from the strings of your god No longer a puppet but a burning spirit instead It's not my work nor my deed, the spirits are leaving me "Remember son, do not wander in the dark" Fear not the shadow but man instead Let darkness sink in deep in your soul (your soul is mine) What makes me adore this so, leading me in a trance Further into the heart of the dark? Symbols and signs shall bring forth time what never was completed The horns of Baphomet is set straight Into a hole where all guidelines shall be thrown life shall be as before in its purest form
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Slumber 03:41
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On the other side of the rope This is the right time, on the right side One of these nights when lights are long gone From burning No flame what so ever, her mind already passed Sorrow, you’ll know her now when she’s dead Constance Willow Look at one of her paintings; green and flowered Leave no impression of the woman smiling beside Many days and nights saw the hell she caused to herself At first I thought the blood once released would heal me like addiction repeating the same procedures medicating her illness since she was fragile and little no one considered her alive or even breathing the same air? Constance willow she passed away Drowned in a lake of sorrow before she drowned herself in a lake by the forest Now haunted At first I thought the blood once released would heal me Like addiction repeating the same procedures Envenomed by the herbs she suffer even more Gaining the final courage to commit her deeds In life she molested strangers she found As a child her father made her do the most terrible things And so she became familiar with torture and pain Customized a technique of her own, but she later called it medicine Born a bastard in a family of four, she was the outcast - condemned to wander Little did they know of her faith when they left her cradle in the night By the clearing called devils wrath, somewhere deep in the forest where one doesn't wander That night's spirit gathered - Constance Willow In death and life with her destiny sealed, she grew up not knowing why she did what she did But when she found out that is when she let life go, unfortunately to evil Constance willow she passed away Drowned in sorrow she drowned herself Now haunted At first I thought the blood once released would heal me Like addiction repeating the same procedures

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released April 24, 2008

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Viktor Jonas Söderköping, Sweden

Sorrowful Melodic Death/Doom Metal from Sweden.

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