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Broken Horizon
06:43
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Under the falling snow
Piercing darkness drains my thoughts
A bird sings the grief
Of lost souls turned to ghosts
A breath of hollowness
Drains my chest
Horizon dawnless
The days are past
Remembrances are dust
In this moment of demise
Whisperer of woe
Death, the only true compromise
A breath of hollowness
Drains my chest
Horizon dawnless
The days are past
Infected movements of the earth
Spiral blackness
Unknown leisure
Reckless along the walk to the final path
Dreams of happiness
Erased from the chest
The lonely hearts
Follow the paths
Driven by pulse
A no longer cure for pain
Points out the way
Tearing into this scenario
Of cosmic drain
Inherit is the walk
Left behind by ancient ones
A broken vision
That left a mark in the horizon
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Against the sands of grazing time
We stood proud
Into the land of grey and white
We journey deep
The wind that chills and cuts our grip
Of senses deep
For every quest of a man
A universal ride
Silhouettes of fear
Come grumbling with tears
The hope of light
Is lost in this sea of white
Descending fire
Disguised in strokes of cold
Purview of the hands
From which this nature stands
Visions calling
Voices “of” father’s land
Cristal portraits
Drown us in dismay
With fear we fall
Upon a hideous call
The sands of ice
Swallow our hopes enticed
We see in assent
The path with no end
Surrounded by loss
The agony sovereigns
Lost in void
And devastation eternally
Oblivious beings
Uncoil their wings
Contrive
Devotions calls
Against the awe
Arise
Endemic war
Who comes in roar
Sublime in archetype
Way out of here,
A way out of here we yearn
When the days come again
When the days come again we yearn
Ferocious elements
Claim ancientness
Their survival through ages
Since forgotten times
Older than man
Torn inside
Lost sense of life
Hollow grimes
It claims its dawn
The mother nature’s son
Comes ripping unleashed
It steals its part
A glimpse of light
Retrieved into blindness
The darkness it falls
Suffocates its preys
A warrior´s end in solid fear
And time trembles it’s servant hands
Confronted with the weight of woe
Surrounded hopes to the call of thee
Defeated by the elements that never surrenders
Our will to fight with our own minds
A quest ended in sorrow craze
Buried in darkness, forgotten
Reality becomes unreal, a cosmic thrill
The dawn of men in these confines comes to an end
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Sleep
01:25
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Viktor Jonas Söderköping, Sweden
Sorrowful Melodic Death/Doom Metal from Sweden.
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