Inner Missing
Album • 2021
These are the secrets No one wants to know These are the stories No one wants to hear I keep it in Going under day by day I keep it in Getting sicker night by night The ineffable yearning Is tearing me apart Stuck in a stalemate forever I am stuck in a stalemate forever Words are useless now My mind goes blank Words are meaningless And the emptiness is turning fierce This silence is deafening I have fallen prey to it Seeing nothing through the mist Seeing nothing in the haze Behold the ravenous void! Its claws are razor-sharp Behold the desolation! Behold the endless woe!
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Vultures and crows Are circling above our heads Flags are fluttering And graves are gaping wide We’re running out of time It doesn’t matter what side you have chosen We’re running out of time It doesn’t matter now We have slipped the implacable snare So many times But now the cell door has swung shut And there is no way back We were here victorious So leave regret to the weak Soon the daybreak will Put an end to our struggle Only through the hottest flames Can purification be achieved And in the hottest flames We’ve burned to cinder The sky is turning red It’s time to go The sky is turning red It’s time to say our vale We have slipped the implacable snare So many times But now the cell door has swung shut And there is no way back We were here victorious So leave regret to the weak Soon the gallows will Put an end to us
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Halt now Can you feel it in the air Saturated with illumination This fragile moment is so full of poetry and sorrow We have been so long away There is nothing left in us We have been so long astray We forgot our names Left behind, the bridges burn Glowing in the pitch-black night Endlessly forlorn, endlessly lost We have become our own nightmare Nothing is essential Nothing but an instant of clarity A fey picture Painted on the canvas of decay A doomed symphony Painted on silence The pest is coming The scourge is lightning quick Nothing will stand Nothing but a trice of verve
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
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Upon you I bestow A gift of time At war with my own memories I am clinging to the emptiness You don’t take the bait Completely disregarding me You don’t take the bait Believing in nothing From below I hear The voices calling me From below I hear The songs of stygian sea The depths are waiting The depths are waiting tranquilly Why have you left me here to fester? Why have you forsaken me? There is no way To get through the crippling madness The helping hand withdraws When most needed There is no way To break forth from the misery There is no way To break forth from myself
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
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Everything has already been said Everything has already been written There is no me in these words There is no you in these words Open your eyes and see what you can with them Before they close forever Dream yourself back Dream yourself onwards Dream yourself back Into the realm of light Everything will be said again Everything will be done again Open your eyes and see what you can with them Before they close forever
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Am Abend tönen die herbstlichen Wälder Von tödlichen Waffen, die goldnen Ebenen Und blauen Seen, darüber die Sonne Düstrer hinrollt; umfängt die Nacht Sterbende Krieger, die wilde Klage Ihrer zerbrochenen Münder. Doch stille sammelt im Weidengrund Rotes Gewölk, darin ein zürnender Gott wohnt Das vergoßne Blut sich, mondne Kühle; Alle Straßen münden in schwarze Verwesung. Unter goldnem Gezweig der Nacht und Sternen Es schwankt der Schwester Schatten durch den schweigenden Hain, Zu grüßen die Geister der Helden, die blutenden Häupter; Und leise tönen im Rohr die dunkeln Flöten des Herbstes. O stolzere Trauert ihr ehernen Altäre Die heiße Flamme des Geistes nährt heute ein gewaltiger Schmerz, Die ungebornen Enkel.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
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