Boulevard Black / Blood Orchid
Boulevard Black Lyrics Nephente Death like, pale graceful ballet In silence drawing near For a second mere Forlorn silhouettes For an instant there Only to disappear, forever changing all and the few that see, and still believe Sweet, painful, fragile Dreams... A haven of chaos So scarred and so alone Walking dead Lost in streets unknown We were once the invisible ones Those that spoke and no one heard Ghosts dancing in silver lit nights And never to return to this world Ivory and dye, Delicate porcelain calm these façades Lost in rain relentless The brilliant and shining few Who once drowned amongst the grey Spite the pain and whipping rain Chose to walk these lesser travelled ways Away! Walking down this road Many its winding turns A barren scar of stone Though all that stings and hurts Walk on to new rivers The ones of old ran dry Their barren depths unveiled Crystal streams fell prey to the hands of time Days and nights go by, one by one Like water slipping through tired fingers Precious gems stolen from idle hands Small pieces of the sun, now lost Adrift in eternal darkness Breathing in the gloom Walking darkened gardens Where only shadows bloom Oh this world looks so different now a little more dies with every passing day Every minute steals a colour flawing beauty in all ways Memories start to dither, One by one Dreams fall to splinters, One by one Seems like I am dying No air for these lungs It feels like I am dying So far from home Beneath the celestial canopy Angel wings and demon seeds Beneath the celestial canopy The legions march with me We walk the boulevard black Across these fields of grey Like ghost adrift in gloom In search for other ways A place where we belong We walk down boulevard black An endless row of souls And we are marching home We walk down Boulevard so black An endless stream of time, this finite march called life We walk down Boulevard so black this everflow into the unknown back to where we came from Praised be those of silence The blood tainted ivory innocence Praised be those that differ Blessed be the children of the fall Those that walk the boulevard black The legions of the left hand avenue An ode to the fallen An ode to for the lost An ode to the stranded To those that still burn All of the chains are splintered Those that woke are walking, fairlight All of my dreams are dead now All golden lies are lead now All of my angels have fallen We walk this earth like ghosts All of my angels are fallen All of my angels are beautiful Sing to me oh you sweet bleeding planet Sing to us that walk your ruins Sing to us for our words are dead Sing to us for their world is dead to us // An ode for the thinning breed of angels For their crimson lips and tangled feathers Majestic wings are spread climbing the sun One for the reason in reasoning no more Walking down this road Many its winding turns A barren scar of stone Though all that stings and hurts And we are like fire flies, Boldly daring the night And we dance for a radiant while Born to drift out of time... But for a second mere we glared For an instant we were there Before the last grain of sand fell No tears as I bid thee fare well... We walk down Boulevard so black an endless stream of time, this fi nite march called life We walk down Boulevard so black this everflow into the unknown, back to where we came from We walk down boulevard black Across these fields of grey Like ghost adrift in gloom In search for other ways A place where we belong We walk the boulevard black An endless row of souls And we are marching home We are like fire flies Boldly daring the night And we dance for a radiant while Born to drift out of time... But for a second mere we glared For a shining instant we were there Before the last grain of sand fell No tears as I bid thee fare well... At the end of a black boulevard.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Blood Orchid Lyrics Nephente Black cityscape Towering... Stone fangs tearing at the sky Putrid tears fall Black horrorscape Ghosts line these avenues These streets are trenches Ugly are these scars ...and filled with rats they are Filled with rats they are! There are choirs, a ghost vesper for hope Like whispers beyond the roaring machinery So few the flowers in these gardens of rust Nested they rest ‘neath the carpet of dust I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life A search for the blood orchid in the rusted gardens of mankind Autumn clutched in the earthen arms of summer’s growth Beneath the canopy of warmth Where stars beacons the weary and small Yet every garden bear the witness of coming fall Few are the flowers in the gardens of man In these sparkling gutters of neon Babylon Ghost dance amongst the fortunate whores Scared and maimed the pale stumble on… Blood Orchid There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined Blood Orchid There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined Blood Orchid I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life Blood Orchid A search for you in these rusted gardens of mankind I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life A search for the Blood Orchid in the rusted gardens of mankind Blood Orchid //
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Ashen Nectar Lyrics Nephente All aboard, this ship bound for wreckage Sail ho, fuckers! Who could foresee that this state of mind was forever? That we would never wake up from our nightmares? That the black poison dripped onto our skin would burn us That the clean streams of time wouldn’t be able to wash it away... Once these robes were worn as masquerade costumes The smooth velvet reviled hooks and razor claws That would not come of, cutting into the skin The harder we pulled the deeper its barbs dug in... Until death do us part my fair ones We’re the kings and queens of the depraved undone In the filthy streets, our splendid court, this neon Babylon We are the stars that refuse to shine No ships will navigate by our signs We are the tones that distort the chord In a world of perfection we are the flawed We are the birds with broken wings The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything We believe in no gods left high above And there will be no angels where we go We are the Ashen Nectar, we are the tainted well We are the Ashen Nectar, side by side we watch the world go by We are the Ashen Nectar, the last poets of a dying breed We are Ashen Nectar, our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed All words were first spoken then stolen Onto paper splattered By the weakened hand in the dark room Visions and a life lay scattered We are suns bent for darkness The stars that refuse to shine Artists of a different kind The ones that leave nothing behind There is no clean white bed, for this dying bride Farewell... We left our last pieces to be lost In forgotten dusty attics Where our blood has dried We were the ashen nectar fanatics There will nothing left when we leave Our shadowy art will remain unseen As we step through the haze Silhouettes exiting this dream We are the stars that refuse to shine No ships will navigate by our signs We are the tones that distort the chord In a world of perfection we are the flawed We are the birds with broken wings The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything We believe in no gods left high above And there will be no angels where we go We are the Ashen Nectar We are the tainted well We are the Ashen Nectar Side by side, we watch the world go by We are the Ashen Nectar The last poets of a dying breed We are Ashen Nectar Our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025