The Ghost Xperiment: Awakening

I was eleven days old They found me dead in the forest Down by a source on the 1st of December My name is Gideon Grace and by a mysterious wonder I came back to life under skies burned like amber Life is calling my name Pouring impure daylight in my eyes And I run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane To the rough St. Malo seaside from a cold December night I was eleven years old Deep in my heart it was winter Many strokes shattered my skin And my soul was aching I'm the king of broken world And I had to shield my angel Ivy Every day hurts us but still we're not breaking They burn down children's heaven And see the fiery ashes of our skies floating down So we run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane From the rough St. Malo seaside on a cold December night We were staring in a new life While still running from the pain To seek and hide away forever on the day before she died And so I'm leaving the place called suicide playground Where children die on the monsters lullaby Who stole the light from the orphan asylum The sangrail-thieves of the night They never bring back the soulshine again Sweet oblivion come erase my memories That keep the wolves outside And all these silent cries in my mind Under the moon that pales all the colours of my soul Only our dreams held us alive But most of the dreams went out with the light How many hearts broke in the night And how many tears before we die And so we run and so we run And so we're running for our lives And we run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane From the rough St. Malo seaside on a cold December night

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Rush away from hell Run for your life a long long way To find a place to feel secure Afar the house Where love's betrayed And the seekers in the night Waiting for their burning pitch To rain down on me again Dark shadows of the past do befall me No one take away the pain Wash my soul in burning rain Soul aviators from hell Wash away the tears The silent fears the dried up blood Gideon Grace - ceci est mon nom Hanté par mes démons à Prends-Toi-Garde And the caracinous skies Waiting for my life down here to go out Under rusted iron skies Fears cut deeper than a knife No one take away my pain Wash my soul in burning rain Soul aviators from hell Coming to find me Soul aviators And they know I live anxious in the ruins Of a long forgotten fair Down in forever darkness wood Earlkings will find my circus of twilight Under rusted iron skies I'm still running for my life And no one take away my pain Wash my soul in burning rain

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Cold the night - cold December cold When it's coming over me Cold as ice - painting crystals of my ghosts On the ceiling of my dream Every night they're falling From somewhere out of time Underneath the surface of my mind One by one like from a distant sun From an outer wasteland One by one they speak a different tongue The three lunatic spacemen Cold the night - cold December cold Every night they come again I close my eyes But wide awaken as they climb up the stairs Into my sleep Every night they're waiting Underneath my bed Is it real or just inside my head One by one like from a distant sun From a foreign graceland One by one they speak a different tongue The three lunatic spacemen And my phantoms rising there beside my bed Like a fragrance vaporizing in my head Mighty strong and scary like an incubus First they are eating souls and then the rest of us Now they know my hideaway And they know my face Unearthly whispering "Gideon Grace" Number One is "Breather" Two "Life-eater" Three "The Fright" May death cut the final threat Of my speech here tonight - here tonight One by one like from a distant sun Here they come and find me One by one they speak a different tongue The three lunatic spacemen One by one by one by one One by one by one by one

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

There's a time called the twelfth night When the unseen follow my way home On these nights just this once You can find their between world The churchyard of all the haunting souls Listen to what I say Hear the voices on winter days Resonations of their bitter world Inside "The Land of the Shadows" I'll find "The Shape of Unseen" Within "The Dreams of a Ghostseer" These evil poems calling me This is calling me Searching trails to the ghost world No we are not alone All these lanterns Are projectors of the city lights They make my shadow Dance a waltz with the snowflakes Or are these portraits of inhuman souls Zombies ignite my fears But why for so many years They've got better things to do Than scare me Inside "The Land of the Shadows" I'll find "The Shape of Unseen" Within "The Dreams of a Ghostseer" These evil poems calling me Some metaphysical writings From an anonymous author Who wrote: "The Inhabitants of My Diary" Evil flowers of a necromancy Are devils' poetry And this is calling me Sail on boatsman sail on by Sweet litany Is calling me Open the tides dark friend To let them in This is my last chance They accuse me of a murder Invade my mind Misplace my memories Say that I'm a failure . . . And then they're sailing away But I still see them unclearly They're sailing away again I have to follow them tonight Into "The Land of the Shadows" To find "The Shape of Unseen" Within "The Dreams of a Ghostseer" Their evil poems calling me And this is calling me . . . Some metaphysical writings From an anonymous author Who wrote: "The Inhabitants of My Diary" These evil flowers of necromancy Are devils' poetry And this is calling me

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I lay my body down - get lost and be never found I'm ready here to die - to bring you back to life Yes I hope you come alive ... I hope you come back . . . Ivy I need the box from Grantham Bain To take a picture when they're coming back again To catch their noises in the room A phonograph from Thomas Alva Edison I have so many needful things A spider web of fathoms let manjiras ring So I'll detect them in the end My strange phenomena I'll find the evidence I finally start the operation for my Ghost Xperiment Search a utopian conclusion of all innocence In this murderland So I have to repair all the rainbows They're tainted with half light And when they fall from the skies Dark falling angels as out of nowhere Like from a tomorrow time Hold on hold on But this day will never come This song it's all about - how heaven's burning out Then a voice on the recorder And a cold breath kisses my skin And my astral clingfish ghosttrap Starts now slowly breathing in I've evolved this new brand to capture My wicked illusions And then they fall from the skies Dark falling heralds as out of nowhere Like from a tomorrow time Hold on hold on But the day will never come I'm a thrown away sadness in God's castaway land Sealed with a lithophane frailness And a mindblowing freight in my head I once lost my sweet angel Ivy With her disarming cyan blue eyes and I know That I have nothing to lose anymore Maybe they or maybe I There is something behind our rainbows Now I can see them And then they fall from the skies I'll find the answer to all my questions And when they fall from the skies Hold on hold on - Hold on and believe Hold on hold on - I said Hold on believe - That today the day has come

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I am the ghost inside your mind I'm the phantom You've been seeking for years So I'm here the evidence You've tried so hard to find I'm the ghost Inside your mind I am your paranormal PSI You've awaited a lifetime I burn it all I burn it all down I burn the world I burn it all down The final storm lifts me up to fly I'm the ghost inside your mind I am the ghost inside your mind Just a fiction that proves all your doctrine Here I am your paradigm A god-science consequence I'm your Ghost Xperiment I'm a piece of the jigsaw To see the big picture I burn it all I burn it all down I burn the world I burn it all down The sacred deer sacrificed to die Somewhere deep inside your mind I'm a spirit from out of nowhere A dangerous odic force Once invisible - I unfold myself Take good care and ensure that you Spark a forever glowing votive candlelight Which is burning the nightflies I burn it all I burn it all down I burn the world I burn it all down The final piece you assay to find I'm the ghost inside your mind

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025