Almost Dead Man
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
As life and death<br/> have their backs turned<br/> on one another<br/> never looking.<br/> Fall as hard <br/> as the season,<br/> let the air change, <br/> breathe it in.<br/> <br/> Asleep, whole conversations are had.<br/> Awake, not a word is said.<br/> <br/> Fall as hard<br/> as a body <br/> from high up,<br/> early for a meeting.<br/> Wall as hard<br/> as life and death.<br/> We turn back.<br/> There's no seeing over.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Born from death,<br/> now I'm going<br/> back to dust<br/> dead back home.<br/> <br/> Again from blackness,<br/> I'll be spawned<br/> with my death leash<br/> shortening always.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Mind the road<br/> let it get<br/> out of control,<br/> winding endless.<br/> <br/> Bring the roads to me,<br/> bring my next breath,<br/> bring the skies down,<br/> on the corner.<br/> <br/> We'll find hell<br/> in a word.<br/> We'll find emptiness<br/> between letters.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
When surrounding us<br/> is a darkness whole,<br/> that becomes us,<br/> and is our world,<br/> <br/> we become<br/> that hole<br/> from which<br/> all is born,<br/> begging our stars<br/> to stay<br/> as blackness.<br/> <br/> Still at peace<br/> with the darkness<br/> one cannot ignore<br/> the drums of war<br/> <br/> Existing not<br/> and now at peace,<br/> no longer a part<br/> under the command of existence.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Available is vision,<br/> for all eyes to see.<br/> Have a look<br/> at Light the Whore.<br/> <br/> Light<br/> who reveales space,<br/> gives place like God,<br/> and asks for only cancer.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
A breath<br/> is letters<br/> in storm.<br/> <br/> A breath<br/> is too much,<br/> too many things<br/> which never were,<br/> those poor words.<br/> <br/> What can be said<br/> can never make up<br/> for all those things<br/> which were never said.<br/> <br/> The quiet torture <br/> of words <br/> in a head,<br/> may the words <br/> hold their own pain.<br/> Let the words<br/> speak for themselves.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026