Waltzing Mephisto

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(Lyrics in CD booklet contain minor mistakes; the following version is correct.) Enter! In the valley of tears, in the reign of your fears and the shame of your mind. Enter! In the realm of the dead, the loved ones' regrets are shown with respect. Enter! Where pure is the blood, where loves are forgotten and hate is the strength. Enter... In the shades of the light, upon the throne of the might is the key for the peace. Place yourself... Take a place beneath the wastes of life, where you've lost your blood-stained knife, try it again. Enter! In the consciousness of pain, when nothing's to blame it's time for revenge. Enter! In the valley of death, where no one can rest there's tormented eternity. If this is a wish... Enter the realm where angels decayed can smile at your face, wash all your wounds... All life left behind must have been denied, the razor's the guide, try to make it this way... Come in, it's your turn to shine, for the darkness is bright there... Walk along the halls of despair, violent whispers can make you feel better. Enter! In the realm of the dead, their eyes and cold breath can show you the way. Enter! Where pure is the blood, cause blood must be shed and must have been in the past. Sit upon the throne of the might, the key to conquer the night is the knife that you hunger for... And now let it be done.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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Refreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. Another cruelty brought to me. And again a flower born and before it withers wind's whispers are blowing it away... Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it's not time for leaves to fall and it's not time for dying at all... And again a flower born and before it withers wind's whispers are blowing it away... Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay.. Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with melancholy of the grey something faded away, but melancholy remained... I cannot... regret... In springtime the grey has the due to fade away but the days come grey again, with the season of grief in bloom cause in springtime the deaths are two.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I have travelled, travelled through the coldest of winters. Lashes of wind have hurt my body screaming hymns of the frost and taking away pieces of my soul, as they stole pieces of other suffering beings... I have slept, slept upon the hardest of stones, dusted nails have hurt my body, disturbing my dreams with their nightmares... And taking away pieces of my soul... Is the road still long? "Show me the path, oh coldest of winds, cause I feel I'm in darkness, I'm afraid and I'm tortured by the pain of my open wounds..." I have cried, cried around the saddest of shores, where the thoughts follow the tide, where the thoughts follow the wind... Jaws made of water have hurt my body, leaving my flesh naked and weak and my soul's gone with the breeze... "Show me the path, oh coldest of winds, cause I feel I'm in darkness, I'm afraid and I'm tortured by the pain of my open wounds..." Now I'm going to die, die in the most 'lone of all thrones, where I could lay my tired body and sing lullabies for my death, hoping the wind gave my soul to the angels (and the souls of other suffering beings...).

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Crawling so deeper... Nobody should have to do it that way... Breathing so higher... Having thoughts that are never the same... As I stand here trapped in immortal rites that aren't mine by choice... Welcome the Godless! Living, dying... For something I won't do again. Screaming, scratching... And the Godless shall be blessed all the same. I have served the temple and now I want to consider me and them free...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Everything here is so cold Everything here is so dark I remember it as from a dream In the corner of this time Diabolic shapes float by Out from the dark I remember it was here I died By following the freezing moon.. It's night again Night you beautiful I please my hunger On living humans Night of hunger Follow it's call Follow the freezing moon.. Darkness is growing Eternity opens The cemetery lights up again As in ancient times Fallen souls die behind my steps By following the freezing moon...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 17, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?