Oathbreaker

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

On a downhill of life the earth made a sound as of sighs and the last drops fell from the emptied cloudless sky. It's few and far between that I had failed to see. In this dull season he's easy of belief. Skeleton key still hanging in the scale. He crouched for the plain truth. Making this world a hell skeleton key opening doors for you and I've given everything. But got nothing in return lighting his candle at both ends. Time is hanging heavy on his hands. Bowed under a noise fit to raise the dead as it's few and far between that I had failed to be. In this dull season I've given up belief come down in this world....

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Went along the line without a solid sound. Running with the hare and hunting with the hounds. Floating between the devil and the deep blue sea. Disorder rules this heart among the bright minds. The one that bares the sin is burning inside. Picking the wrong side in this desire to copy. Fighting the weight of this world everything has gone down (down) crawling from below never be broken time has come to break out. Living reflections. Disorder rules this heart among the bright minds the one that bares the sin is burning inside. Fighting the weight of this world. Everything has gone down (down) I'll bury my head in my hands casting aside. Shutting them out we went along the line without a solid sound. Running with the hare and hunting with the hounds. Floating between the devil and the deep blue sea. Picking the wrong side in this desire to copy.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Hiding thoughts so deep inside. Clearest minds just stand tongue tied. This flowing water runs so deep one must not be able to leap over everything. Sinking in straightaway. Some rise by sin. Others by virtue fall. This mirage will leave him to crawl. He's losing touch with what's already lost as he's counting on what's been valued most. He's a bird in a cage with tied wings. Out of his grief, delight and rage. No open ear to the cold voice of doubt. He's a bird in a cage. My free mind is an eagle parting clouds with tireless wings. Out of his grief, delight and rage.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025