Unending Autumn Funeral
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The treetops shed tears on the ground the color of their sadness,<br/> like the stained walls of an old garden,<br/> I see a small wall with black bars of a house with a pantheon door,<br/> I directly think of suicide,<br/> <br/> Dying sun...<br/> Dying sun...<br/> Dying sun...<br/> Dying sun...<br/> <br/> The sun slowly sets on another day<br/> The lights of the city start to fade away<br/> And in the shadows of the buildings I stand<br/> I think of all the sorrow that I can't escape<br/> And how easy it would be to just end it all<br/> To let go of this pain and finally find some of...<br/> <br/> In the sunset,<br/> I am a soul searching for a differents ways to die
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I remember the noise of the iron door<br/> <br/> I remember the chrysanthemum hanging in the air<br/> <br/> That led to the garden where my memories were stored<br/> <br/> Gouged out his eyes to think, gloom and depression hangs heavy over me<br/> <br/> ----<br/> <br/> Those were days of nostalgia that I can still recall<br/> <br/> —<br/> <br/> No matter what I do, I can't seem to get rid of this anxiousness<br/> <br/> My mind is going down, I'm feeling so gone<br/> <br/> The wind's howling, I'm alone in the night<br/> <br/> These memories won't go away with my plight<br/> <br/> —<br/> <br/> I remember the noise of the irons<br/> <br/> That leads to the garden, like a distant roar<br/> <br/> I Remember the noise of…<br/> <br/> —<br/> <br/> I look back on those days<br/> <br/> and still recall the way leading to<br/> <br/> the garden where my saddest times were stored.<br/> <br/> Despite feeling a dark sadness,<br/> <br/> I can still conjure some pictures in my mind of those days gone by.<br/> <br/> —<br/> <br/> My mind is going down, I'm feeling so gone
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Autumn's colors bleed,<br/> blending with my inner despair,<br/> As depression's cold embrace intensifies the air.<br/> The afternoon haze cloaks nostalgia in a shroud,<br/> Silence echoes loudly,<br/> tormenting my head.<br/> <br/> The city's decay mirrors the fragments of my thoughts,<br/> Unleashing the flood of anguish,<br/> The leaves gently weep,<br/> In this urban landscape, memories run deep.<br/> As the sun retreats, its warmth slowly pales.<br/> <br/> Nostalgic urban Autumn,<br/> A melancholic dirge,<br/> As shadows deepen,<br/> darkness starts to loom,<br/> devouring remnants of life.<br/> Embracing the solitude in streets gloom
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I feel hollow, I’m fallen down<br/> I feel hollow, I'm fallen down<br/> I feel hollow, I’m fallen down<br/> I feel hollow, fallen down<br/> <br/> <br/> I think about that night<br/> Many pills, and above all<br/> Much pain, blood and groans<br/> I must not sleep<br/> I must take care that you don’t bleed out<br/> a death to live<br/> <br/> <br/> I feel hollow, I’m fallen down<br/> I feel hollow, I'm fallen down<br/> I feel hollow, I’m fallen down<br/> I feel hollow, fallen down<br/> <br/> I think about that night<br/> Many pills, and above all<br/> Much pain, blood and groans<br/> I must not sleep<br/> I must take care that you don’t bleed out<br/> a death to live
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I hate myself<br/> I hate you and everything<br/> I feel the grateful need<br/> to break everything into 1000 pieces<br/> <br/> I couldn't see your light<br/> I regret it a lot,<br/> because I feel that maybe<br/> I could have done something to keep you from shutting down<br/> <br/> semi-solid red spheres<br/> emanating pain<br/> falling one by one<br/> causing a vacuum in crescendo<br/> <br/> the absence of your light surrounds me<br/> like the rope to the throat,<br/> let me fall, I scream<br/> so that we can become one in your darkness
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
At midnight, in August,<br/> I'm still apathetic in the corner<br/> This situation fills me with grief,<br/> like a trapped tear.<br/> <br/> And, slowly dripping, drop by drop,<br/> your blood is spilling on the ceramic...<br/> <br/> I see your dead eyes, and I can smell the blood,<br/> the smell describes your death, our pain, and the immense sadness makes me tear up<br/> <br/> Teardrop
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026