Ghostwriter

Schwarze Himmel von Metall. Kreuz in roten Stürmen wehen Abends hungertolle Krähen Über Parken gram und fahl. Im Gewölk erfriert ein Strahl; Und vor Satans Flüchen drehen Jene sich im Kreis und gehen Nieder siebenfach an Zahl. In Verfaultem süß und schal Lautlos ihre Schnäbel mähen. Häuser dräu’n aus stummen Nähen; Helle im Theatersaal. Kirchen, Brücken und Spital Grauenvoll im Zwielicht stehen. Blutbefleckte Linnen blähen Segel sich auf dem Kanal.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Once upon a time In a world too painful to cope with Lived a man Too brave and too noble But bravery is not enough The fate is blind and unrelenting A crooked figure cloaked in ragged mist Smiles at you awry Vermillion sunsets and death camps Leper colonies and snowflake symmetry Sublime hymns and deathbed curses Are the features of the same face To the land of fantasies You escape from the void Quaint delusions mend you Bone by bone The disease and the cure Your denial and your repentance Are just features Features of the same face

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

What does death signify If it is not your own death? What if you always knew Where our path will end? You walked so many routes You asked so many questions And now you know for sure That all this was in vain Years and miles away It all looked so simple Our alliance inviolable And the victory so near Years and miles away Our fortress was indestructible Now it lays in ruins And all oaths are broken There is nothing to be To be sorry about There is nothing to spare No one will see the white flag You obtained the answer But are you ready to face it? Are you ready to face it? Are you ready to face it? Feverish and weak Scared and broken Trying to put the splinters Of your mind together You obtained the answer And now you have to face it Now you have to face it Now you have to face it Cada um de nós tem a sua própria morte, transporta-a consigo num lugar secreto desde que nasceu, ela pertence-te, tu pertence-lhe

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The time has come To take one more step Towards the edge The edge of the universe Where everyone’s eyes are open Where the book of death Is forever our to write The genuine art always feeds on sanity This is the price and you must pay in advance Is it regret behind your eyes Or is it just nothing? Nothing that simulates wisdom Nothing that plays god The canvas is torn And paints are scattered Your muse has betrayed you again And crows of sorrow have pecked out your eyes This is the end and you are welcomed By a horde of angry clowns

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Bloodless limbs and rusty chains Miry walls and stale air Eyes are peering into the dusk Which fills the endless corridors A place where horror dwells A place you carry with you A place where you belong forever How curious, don’t you remember? You died here A million times before And deeper are the cuts And longer the agony This story is written On the palimpsest of fear There is no shelter In white noise And there is no escape From the black void A place where horror dwells A place you carry with you A place where you belong forever How curious, don’t you remember? You died here A million times before

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

And so it ends Within a dreary moment And so it ends Leaving nothing but dismay The chase is over The chase is over In bitter mockery The wind blows your name You stopped at nothing To gain your point And you became the stone That stirs the avalanche Upon your memory The name of the wind is carved And very soon The plague is to come All ends All ends in tears All ends And starts in a heartbeat Stories are told And legends are born Roads carry them nowhere But the wind keeps them forever

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Trapped in time Cornered by shadows In a room Bereft of color I see no way No way out of here I see no way And it feels so cold The answer Is hidden in the past And the act of memory Is an act of ghostwriting The walls of reality collapse Revealing the game beyond the endgame And demons of oblivion are mute Because nothing is as eloquent as nothing I would give my everything To enliven the reveries To rewind it all The answer Is hidden inside me And the act of memory Becomes an act of unsighting

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?