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If Ghosts Were Men
04:43
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The days ahead and days today might not have been if ghosts were breathing. Remember those days? The days where I was just a blank slate at the turning point. If ghosts were men, if gone were guiding. If ghosts were men, if guiding were gone. If ghosts were men, I dream of those days. Maybe I’ll awake. The path is gold yet sharp with pain. I build a new bridge, judgment day, from scraps that remain from the way I see in my dreams. Never go astray. I remember the days we had, the days when I was just a white canvas at the turning point of history. I followed a road gilded with precious gold. These days might not have been if we learned from our ghosts. Melting gold. Am I still myself? Trails in place of gold coating. My journey at crossroads. Does each have it’s own certain smile? It’s own glimmering? Maybe each path ends the same. If only I could choose. Wait for me to understand. If the gone were guiding, maybe I’d realize the fault in myself, I’d walk in a straight line. Memories of the past. The path is gold yet sharp with pain. I build a new bridge, judgment day, from scraps that remain from the way I see in my dreams. Never go astray. The path is gold yet, yet sharp with pain [ I build a new bridge, judgement day] Scraps that remain.This path is gold yet sharp with pain I see in my dreams. Never go astray.
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Sightless
03:36
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You project your will onto me and try to blindly shape my mind. I speak yet stand misheard, trying to grasp my authenticity. You remain unmoved. Don’t pretend. You built a sense of trust in me on a one way street paved by familiarity. Deafening pride drowns out my voice and now i can’t speak or change reality. An ego fed by ignorance out of convenience, sightless to the consequence, tradition misrepresents. Disdainful leaning. Your archaic tradition, dated disposition. I cast aside your validating lies. Don’t pretend. You built a sense of trust in me on a one way street paved by familiarity. The changing tides give me a voice and now i can speak, a clear identity. Moving on from disparity. One day I will show you. I'll show you how to understand. You contained my mind, contained my body, but I won't throw away my sense of self.
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Venus's Rapture
03:35
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Deep blue eyes caressing me, embraced by clarity. Sail the dunes of your sublime beauty. My heart is racing with ecstasy just like a fantasy. Time has come to move on. Time has come to move along. You give and sacrifice all within your comfort just for an undeserving smile. You use me up like a smoker’s cigarette, a false essence of love leaves me in grave denial. Your tainted venus, garden left to dry. Your nectar now a bitter stain, unworthy of a reverend goodbye. Time has come to move on. Time has come to move along. The ocean calls my name. The sky was mine to tame. We were given wings to fly. My burdens are old lullabies. We were given wings to soar. Rooted to the earth no more.
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Dangerous Excuses
06:17
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Stand across from a mirror and look into your eyes. Don’t try to erase me, don’t try to convince me of your lies. Stop preaching blind truths that heal your painful situation with a comfortable excuse.. Don’t bring me down. It’s not easy to let go now and embrace the open wound. My scars define me when bruises never would.One body, one mind, yet my mind is distorted. I set fire to the parasite. You simply welcome its lesser embrace. Silence won’t sway the oceans, drifting you ashore. The storm it will transpire, so cleanse your hands with disaster. Build a new path from dignity to pride. You feel yourself sinking down. Sinking deep, breathe again. And wouldn’t it feel so good to scream instead of justifying? ‘Cause I hate this wretched feeling! You feel it in your stomach, sinking deep down, breathe. You swallow it down, too cowardly to speak. Let go, let go, let go now and embrace, embrace yourself and shed your skin. Laugh instead of grinding. To answer your own question, yes. To scream instead of justifying. You feel yourself sinking down. Sinking deep, breathe again. And wouldn’t it feel so good to scream instead of justifying? ‘Cause I hate this wretched feeling! Pulling thread to close my wound. Disinfecting lies. From suffocating to invigorating. High regard for myself. As reality batters and bruises me, I shed my dilapidated skin.
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Amorina
04:17
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Hold the door my love, I'll take us far from here. Guide the way my love. I'll lead you forever more. To the secret place I've found my love where we are forever more. We are nothing more. Won't you come back to bed my love. Your fear hides a troubled heart away. No secret place will mask our love. Just wait, today our fate will fade. In my hands I'll save versions of us in this far away place (In my hands I’ll save us in this place). Fading away as the stars hit your eyes and all we know disappears (Fade away, all we know disappears). Why run back with only thoughts in my head? (My dear please). Rid yourself of dreams where our memories are dead. I have to leave behind our home. Remember me when you’re asleep alone. I’m left burdened between two worlds. Let our love create new kin. My hands are tied, I must return where there is nothing more. We are nothing more. In my hands I'll save versions of us in this far away place (In my hands I’ll save us in this place). Fading away as the stars hit your eyes and all we know disappears (Fade away, all we know disappears).
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Nightmare Reality
03:51
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It’s time to close your eyes my friend. Show you a world you can’t comprehend. Right this way to your subconscious show. Your mind belongs to me now. Go to sleep, lay down under cover. Into the deep corners of your mind. Don’t be scared, this will be one hell of a ride, one hell of a ride. As my tale comes to a close tonight. Life is a nightmare reality. The incense fills your lungs so deep. Your head tilts back and euphoria seeps. You arch your back and feel sharp pain, but when your senses numb you wonder if you’ll walk again. Hold your breath this ride’s not finished. Your weeps and screams will be diminished. As my tale comes to a close tonight. Life is a nightmare reality. Gagged in fear. Despair awaits for your last breath with sweet embrace. So don't stand deceived, surprised nor displeased, for in this tale silence doesn't bring your heart to peace. Words with no beginning, words with no end awakens your soul again and again.
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Utter
05:55
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Beauty lies in her heart. Beauty lies in her heart. How was I so blindly led, beat down, decaying under my own feet? Opinions were made to satisfy the illusion of independence, she said. But it’s only choice if you fostered the idea, not having it drilled in your head. Sown mouth penny-pinching coward. Expose your desire, let her seduce empowerment. Silent suffering. Left gagged to crawl below thick green clouds yet asked to see the bright night stars. Unmask inner tendencies. Feel her in your chest, hear sweet symphony attest. Let her wash your hands of decadence. They say the gleam in her eyes reveals ill intention and false affection. I say I just don’t care. I need yet I don’t believe she can care the way I do. But I can’t find it in my heart to accept the cards dealt before me. Standing with a lit match you rationed. Holding dry chapters that you fashioned of the “precious” life, meaningless with stale degradation of the mind and blood that fuels your soul alight. Silent suffering. Left gagged to crawl below thick green clouds yet asked to see the bright night stars. Unmask inner tendencies. Feel her in your chest, hear sweet symphony attest. Let her wash your hands of decadence. Feel her pulse as she grips your hand, tearing shackles, leaving you bare, lips warming your skin. Indulge in your forbidden affair.
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From The Ashes
06:25
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Awake, I see a man who's distant gaze refelects a faint ebony glow. Broken inside, eroding surmise, a helpless and fatal demise. Closed my eyes for you to see. A soft voice anticipates to call my name. With glass eyes you look away, so lonely. Let the night blindfold your eyes. Darkness will bring my face to light. I thank you, for my own sake you were strong, there was no healing hand, no healing hand reaching down. Sundown ever-setting. My own hand will bring rebirth, my ending. Lay down now and rest a while. In my absence you will find out why I closed my eyes for you to see. Closed my eyes for you to see. Closed my eyes for you to see. Closed my eyes for you. Our cold memories, until we meet again. A soft voice anticipates to call my name. With glass eyes you look away, so lonely. Let the night blindfold your eyes. Darkness will bring my face to light. Our cold bed. Memories. Until we meet, until we meet again. A soft voice anticipates to call my name. With glass eyes you look away, so lonely. Let the night blindfold your eyes. Darkness will bring my face to light.
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Evil Flamingo
05:13
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As I lay awake, can't seem to stop, can't seem to understand the light of my dying day, as I breathe, when I should be resting in the darkness of my home, forever more, below. An illness grew inside 'till my last cadence, my last sigh. A silent gaze , for you closed your eyes for my life. Oh, why's this void weighing me inside when I've your heart keeping me alive? How does it puppeteer, pull tight on heaven’s door? Austere, a jester’s hand dictating your curtain close. What will I do? Where must I go? Your grace could pave a better path than my erratic child's wisdom. I don't understand why am I in the dark. I'm so alone, though I've kept you close. I don’t understand. But now I start to see what you have meant for me to find, this light that drifts me to the sea. It allows me to be. My only guide, no higher bind. And now I start to see your intent in me to make my own surmise in life. Oh why? Closed your eyes instead of mine when I've your heart keeping me alive. This void's weighing me inside when I've your heart keeping me alive.
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Forgotten Isle
06:25
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You see a glimmer of yourself reflected upon the forsaken dunes. You hit the sand. Drenched in the sweat of fatigue, drowning in the sun stare. You start digging to find what once was buried there. What lies behind the glamour of forgotton isles? Carnal fire will not be confined, take the consequence. The burning flame of triumph is a gift of the cognizance within. I can feel this burning embrace. And so you'll fall in the pit, charting new worlds into your soul to find a demon of lust and hate, with a taste for your decaying bones. Sultry kisses of darkness seducing your demise, consumed by fear and isolation gripping your flesh. You can only feel the price of sin. In the isle of truth your weakness was forgotten. The burning flame of triumph, it is found behind the glamour. You can see what lies within. Why should I keep digging my own grave? I'll climb out with heavy sand at my feet. I will reach out and grasp what has become of me. Can you see what lies within? The burning flame is a triumphant gift of what you find buried in forgotton isles. Carnal fire will not be confined, take the consequence. The burning flame of triumph is a gift of the cognizance within.
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Brethren and kin lost at sea. Ship sunk below but their souls swam free. Their blood a marriage with the ocean waves. Their bodies lie in sandy graves. The day they last waved goodbye, like the sun off the sea shone our eyes, longing to see their return. Forever we shall yearn. Tonight we drink to those who fell, struck down by the blades of death. The sea a gate a watchful eye to drown their final breath. We watch the coast with eager eyes for their return someday, and by our sides we hear them cry. Dead ashore we lay. Endless days and fretful nights. Praying for guidance to heaven’s light. The day they last waved goodbye, like the sun off the sea shone our eyes, longing to see their return. Forever we shall yearn. Tonight we drink to those who fell, struck down by the blades of death. The sea a gate a watchful eye to drown their final breath. We watch the coast with eager eyes for their return someday, and by our sides we hear them cry. Dead ashore we lay. The day they last waved goodbye for their return someday, longing to see their return. Forever we shall yearn. Someday. Tonight we drink to those who fell, struck down by the blades of death. The sea a gate a watchful eye to drown their final breath. We watch the coast with eager eyes for their return someday, and by our sides we hear them cry. Dead ashore we lay.
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At Dawn's Edge Toronto, Ontario
Mississauga based melodic metal band. The symphonic, electronic and groovy riffs are all part of our metal brew.
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