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BLIND STARE LYRICS
"Once A True Story" (2003 Demo)
1. Warcry From Oblivion
2. All For The Unspoken
3. Shotgun Symphony
1. Warcry From Oblivion
By Anders Öström.
Wake up my friend it's time to go to the battle of our ancestors
your blood will shed but your death it is the price we have to pay.
The glory of our elder ones is the flame that burns in chest of ours
the light is blessed and shines ahead the enemies will die.
Of the knowledge of my (grand)father's side,
the sword is forged and it will be mine.
At the dawn I take my horse and pride
and to the victory I will ride.
2. All For The Unspoken
By Anders Öström.
The leaves of autumn are falling again.
Through the eyes of a bird is the scenery seen.
How the beauty turns into darkness.
And how everything is lost,
once again.
Years have passed since someone grew the flowers.
Bare hate and madness is left.
Everything stays still.
The place was designed for this.
What once was dwelling for a success.
Is now a grave for a story so sad to tell.
She waited for him at the doorway so anxious,
she loved him so deeply that she could not see.
Finally he came and looked deep in to her eyes,
and fired his gun straight into her heart.
So crash the dreams of a young one,
his life was gone to never return.
He stared into her eyes at the moment of hear death,
and that's the sight to haunt him forever.
Deepnes and darkness are lost in this coldness of hatred.
Dream of the loved one is turned into dream to last.
For eternity.
Coldblooded murder and waste of all life was the only way.
Time stared still and the silence covered the fire.
Into the sleep of the darkness eternal,
her eyes are now closed and she sleeps
in the silence so cold.
That is the way for a someone who doesn't
know the game he is in.
Straight through the eyes of a bird it is seen
and soon falls the snow covering
the memories
The justice is just how it's seen,
and the concept is good for nothing but to
fade away.
3. Shotgun Symphony
By Anders Öström.
It all begins from this point and it's the point for all this to end.
Every story has an ending, but this is the one that keeps going without it.
I've been haunted by the impossible.
And blinded by my own eyes.
This is the end of me!
I pull the trigger to escape.
I have followed the path, and walked through the door.
I have hated you so much, but now I know it would be pointless forevermore.
Countless nights spent on just pacing under the streetlights.
This is the part of the play where the hero is sentenced to death.
I've been haunted by the impossible.
And blinded by my own eyes.
This is the end of me!
I pull the trigger to escape.
Waking up every morning is like entering a dream.
Sadness is just the gate to my own realm.
Walking forward is no longer an option.
I am no longer.
Part of this world.
(No difference has been found!)
(No difference that I made!)
This is called my reality and it is just my dream.
The hate so pure is the life of me and it is what I am.
Every step towards you takes me towards to my end/last.
The truth is now revealed and I am standing at the edge.
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