Wounded And Alone
Music: Johnsson/Erlandsson/Almsenius
Lyrics: Erlandsson
September burns in the grass
The autumn removes a dusty blanket covering my face
And I see that the sunset is coming my way
It is coming to crush me with its dark autumn gloom
Upon the fields of my mind
Death dances to the rhythm of falling hope
The shadows dwell upon my body to leave the soul, without life and push the day into desperation, wounded and alone
All happiness that once flourished, now withers within the four walls of the head
(lead: Almsenius)
Upon the fields of my mind
Death dances to the rhythm of falling hope
The shadows dwell upon my body to leave the soul, without life and push the day into desperation, wounded and alone
All happiness that once flourished, now withers within the four walls of the head
The Predictable End
Music: Johnsson/Erlandsson/Almsenius
Lyrics: Erlandsson
Low the music falls, tell me how sad are the tunes of death
You sang to me, with a leper tounge you kissed me with your darkness
I thirsted for your water
I hungered for your love
So bravely, fly upon my broken wings into the cold
Shapes of the night, leave me here with sorrow growing from my chest
Low the music falls in sombre gloom I die every day
in silence, choked by the devils inside your embrace
The predictable end
and trampled like a serpent underneath your feet
lead me by the light of your eyes, by your hearts labyrinths
when trembling in your footsteps the deeper became my wounds
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