Sins:

Don’t wake me up
Downward Spiral
Forever Unblessed
Endless

Don’t wake me up

I lie entombed in breathless frost
Where time forgets the lives it lost
The world outside is carved in grief,
A fevered storm without relief.
But here, in sleep’s unholy womb,
I drift untouched by waking doom.

Let me drift where sorrow sleeps,
Beneath the world the silence keeps.
For only night still shelters me,
Where I can fade so peacefully. 

Do not wake me up
In daylight I am not meant to be.
let (the) silence keep me.
In dreams I breathe,
In dreams I’m free.
Do not wake me up
the daylight will break me.

So let the night eclipse my fear,
A distant shore I drift from here.
For only dreams still guard my name,
And keep me from the waking flame.
So let the night enshroud my dream,
I drift in forms I need not name.
For only sleep still shelters me
From (the) world my mind cannot relieve.
For if I awake, the self dissolved —
And daylight swallows me again.

Downward Spiral

Our doom woven so tight
in the fabric of damned time,
The false god of thorns descends to reign our world,
Claiming all senses, wraps them in his chains.
where all hope has fled,
Nightmares resurface,

As we spiral downward,
the path does not lead to death.
I whisper unknown words
through the serpent’s hiss,

The end of all things,
the poison of his breath,

Eating our dreams, the die has been cast,
In this realm of despair, only anguish remains.
As the madness invades what is left,
The false god grins, feasting on fear,

In the shadows of an ancient throne,
A dire omen casted,we tremble alone,
The sun rises in the west,
death is already the past.

Forever Unblessed

a world confined by whispers,
false truths we believe,
passing days in silence,
haunted (by) what’s unsaid.
in the abyss of our despair,
we fade without a trace.
lost in the shadows
of a world oppressed,
we drift into darkness,
forever unblessed.

bound by unseen
in chains of guilt,
we tremble in the dark,
blotting out the truth.
fading into abyss
(where) light no longer gleams.
in the silence of our dying,
the sins we can erase.

a vain search for meaning,
consumed by our disgrace.
with every passing moment,
our live fades into grey,
enslaved by endless guilt,
we’re slowly drifting away.
in the twilight’s cold embrace,
our shadows linger long.

Endless

two kinds of raven
get all my will
one is the fortune
far and down
second is thrill
in endless hours
in rapture nights
falling in distance
owned by fear

into the darkness I made
into the words of mine
although blind man I am
still chasing dawn
in endless hours
in rapture nights
falling in distance
owned by fear

into the darkness I made