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ANTUBEL LYRICS
"Promo 2003" (2003 Demo)
1. Days Have Died
2. The Face
3. Wretched Spectre
4. Antubel
5. Nothing
1. Days Have Died
If in the emptiness that is life
Has always survived my I
Some place in the corner of my mind
Where to keep all what soon will die
Things that just got to know
Those to whom I opened my heart
It’s time to surrender now
And fall into the most real dark
I don’t want to wait
To see my own decay
I don’t want to stay
In this place I didn’t chose to be
(There’s another way
That will forever end my pain)
The gloomy sadness
Looks anywhere of the emptiness
To get out from the terrible darkness
And after the useless fight
The sadness again falls in its eternal punishment
The punishment of being alive
Of being breathing at the same time the banished do
They absorb you ‘til you vanish
Leaving you without forces to fight with
Why should I fight against this?
Why should I fight against this?
Days have died
In the feverish storm
They will never rise again
From the ashes of my lost illusions
No worth to try it
In this world ruled by the agony
Why should I try?
Why should I…
2. The Face
In the paths of death
You only can breathe peace
And fear between the souls
That now spit their bones
In the paths of death
My feet are trapped
In the mud and dust
By the souls
That live in its realm
His death has been quiet
Reflecting on his face
The gleam of serenity of his soul
His absence will never cause
The oblivion
Darkness traps me
And makes my aura tremble
I can’t get out of the tunnel
And later on he went to other
The spirits from the kingdom of the souls
Wrap me in the cobweb
At the end of the corridor
I can see a brightness
And I’m free
In the supposed kingdom of life
In the supposed kingdom of life…
I get out to the light of day
This sun burns my face
And melts down my eyes
Burning even the shadow of my soul
Even the shadow of my soul…
I get out to the light of day
This sun burns my face
And melts down my eyes
Burning even the shadow of my soul
Even the shadow of my soul…
Even the shadow of my soul…
3. Wretched Spectre
The chains of this torment
Opened my wings towards sinister
That hole so deep
So dark…
I can’t watch myself
The grimness of a spectre
Suffering, suffering
Suffering in this coil of self destruction
Endless nights
Withered dreams
The destruction of my being
The dropping of my blood sounds
As the pulse from my brain goes slow
On your world (you bunch of shit)
And outside the flames devastate
The forests
Screaming as no one
In a misty world contaminated
Destroyed by the greed
Of you, despicable beings
I stand here
In front of a dirty mirror
Watching how
My own life vanishes
I’m but a wretched spectre
A grim image
A sad caricature
Of what I used to be
Blood on my hands
Flowing
Like the stream of consciousness
That hammers my mind
Remembrances of my whole life
Drops of time
That will be lost forever
In this wood of lies
Spilled blood
Over a cemetery full of living beings
Where they lie buried
Without knowing it
A cemetery where they help to raze it
To putrefy more and more
Slowly
‘Til they transform themselves
Into what they have created
Into nothing
A complete emptiness
Among the grimness of the buildings
And the foolish faces
This is truly
A warm world for the weak
A jail for the different
The end of mine
This is the end of mine!
4. Antubel
Far away I hear
The sinister bells call
Into the grim woods
Where the eternal rain falls
I listen cries and screams
The laments for help
Coming from the cells
Of the shadows court
The court horses dragged iron chains
With the tied souls of those who dared
To defy the great goddess of darkness
Of eternity into the trees
Antûbel
Goddess of darkness
Mistress of the Meigas
Who dance in the shadows
Antûbel
Slayer of Christians
You guide the death procession
You travel with the souls of the warriors
5. Nothing
We are nothing
We are nothing
We are nothing
Nothing, nothing…
To fight, to climb, for what?
Why?
Will someone remember us?
Will someone visit my grave?
No….
Existence, life
Mean nothing in my world of shadows
A world created in true opposition
To the sick decadence
that surrounds me
I’m fed up of breathing
Foolishness and idiocy
I’m suffering the iniquity
Of your depravity
A decadent self-destructive society
Creating lies that are our chains
To your morality
Forcing to think
That there’s a reason
For all this nothingness
Existence, life
Mean nothing in my world of shadows
A world created in true opposition
To the sick decadence
that surrounds me
I’m fed up of breathing
Foolishness and idiocy
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