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DESECRATED GRAVE LYRICS
"Dying" (2005 Demo)
1. Spring
2. Summer
3. Autumn
4. Winter
1. Spring
There is life everywhere but in my Heart.
The Springtime Sun is shining,
But no light can take away the darkness in my soul.
The sky is morningstained, and the mist is beginning to dance o’er the moorland.
The ending of another dream has come,
I have awoken to see the dew gathering on her pale skin.
So Beautiful,
So Dark…
I have felt her soul dying ever since she fell into my arms,
But I shall take her on the Gracious Deathwinds,
For thereafter we shall never be apart.
I can no longer dream of such positive and optimistic things,
The Funeral of my “Dreams” has long since passed,
And my will to live is fading by the day.
Flowers and trees are awakening…
The Great Conifers and vast ferns, marshes and somber woodland greet me once again
The winds of springtime are darkening my Soul.
I sense the bitterness of Bereavement arising like mist,
Like the mist all around us as we stand in the dense forest.
I feel for her so, but I will her lose her soon, I know it.
The owls and ravens are singing their gloomy threnodies,
The dim veil of beauty in this deep, forgotten, miserable forest shimmers,
And Rain begins to pour, a Grey sullen sky, overcast and grim.
This place is so depressing,
My Heart is thick in cemeterial fog.
I hold her in my arms.
I am lurking in the misery of this funeral wood.
Mist rises…
Rain pours…
A Sorrowful atmosphere is all around.
In the trees,
In the soil,
In the air, like a chill rising from the ground.
Bleak, Woeful, I wish she had longer to be with me,
I will be alone for some time after she dies.
The Winds of springtime, blowing the petals through the air,
Blowing the raindrops onto the ferns and trees.
The thickets are enchanted by this breeze…
The dampness all around, the freshness and purity of the Forest.
So sad,
Everlasting.
‘Neath the pouring sky.
The mourning of this dying season has begun,
Let us begin the Ceremony of spring’s Funeral.
2. Summer
Nothing can ever make me Happy again.
Summer is awakening, but the sun will never know my face.
My face shall never be brightened ever again.
Happiness and joy is all to be seen,
Flowers in bloom, new life and laughter,
Something I shall never know of again.
I cannot stand my human existence,
I despise my being,
I cannot explain the Hatred I have inside me,
Oh how I wish to die.
It seems like years even though it was only days,
Just sorrowful, torturous and Gloomy days since she died.
I knew it was coming,
Her eyes of darkest green glanced with funeral oeillades,
Deep into mine…
Telling me of her departure,
Silently telling me of her inevitable demise.
Summer is meant to be the brightest season,
The time when all is happy and the sun shines deep within.
I am far from that, I do not even think I can smile anymore,
I am haunted by the depressing urge to die.
Hiding in the caverns and the deepest, thickest, most depressing forests
Where no light can reach,
I wait until this accursed season ends,
I have not long to wait until I can bury her in the autumn soil.
Through the mourning veil I have wandered,
Beyond the shroud of suicidal thoughts,
I wander on the path of grief.
All I want now is death,
All I want my eyes to see is the endless dark,
To embrace the burial visions.
I cast my curse,
Let summer die,
Let the skies become overcast and dark as in spring,
And let them pour for the tears I have shed.
Let all this new life wither,
I wish for everything to die.
The only reason I remain is to behold the visions of the autumn sky,
And its touch on my great forest.
With the winter gales of anguish my life shall end.
3. Autumn
Bloodstained Glass
Withering skin
Dying echoes of Screams
Echoing among the pines.
Dying wood, dying leaves,
No-one listens to the screams of those,
Who do not wish to live,
When they are dying.
Bereaved,
Forgotten,
Lost.
No Procession awaits they who face the gates of death as they live,
A Funeral will not be marked for he who has no mourners.
Only bloodstained fragments,
Bloodstained razors,
Bloodstained soil, growing cold as winter sets in.
The soil of the grave dug by he who lies within it.
Falling leaves, dying winds, the fading voice of wisdom from the Pines,
Echo…until now autumn is at last dead.
Just this single death shall mark the end of autumn’s burial procession.
Winter rides in,
The brilliance of the algidity,
The spectacle of frostbitten pine trees shall carry my soul on silken winds.
She died weeks ago,
Now, it is I who shall die.
Loneliness is a curse,
The curse of which is waiting,
Waiting for someone who will never come,
Who really has already gone,
Long ago.
4. Winter
My Dreams are of the Most Torturous,
Horrendous visions of Pain and Torment,
Bleak Nightmares, Visions of Death scarring me…
Like a Razor to my wrist.
Sleep is what now I am without,
Restless I often find myself,
At the mercy of my Suicidal thoughts and Misery.
Beyond the Veils of Negative Existence I go,
To where The Coldness in my heart is matched by my Surroundings,
Freezing, Isolated Forests and Endless Graveyards,
Always ringing are Funeral Bells, yet no one is here to die who has not already.
I feel now, and the awareness still is growing,
That I am at one with death,
That I know of dying,
And my death will not be long to wait for.
The somber, Depressive sense of affection she once showed,
I now realize is lost, Cloaked in the shroud blanketing her.
She died with no procession,
Her Funeral Ceremony was into my arms.
And yet,
I still was her only attendant to her final breaths,
Standing in the rain with the Gentle breeze chilling me further.
I feel not as if Happiness and Positiveness are things I wish not to adhere to in me,
But that I no longer can, for hope is no longer something I recognize,
I have long since given up on life and that something may take away this pain,
For all the things that ever cared about me have gone and have died.
She was the last one I cried for,
Now,
Tears are a pointless and empty output of my concealing sorrow,
For what point is there to cry,
When I know no one will ever see my face again.
The last I could give her was a crudely dug grave,
And the stain of tears and blood spattered upon her cheek,
Growing cold, gathering decay,
Her Mortal Beauty ruined and rotting away beneath frostbitten earth.
But her soul shall go on.
I am cursed, wretched,
I remain.
What point is there?
Along the path of sorrow I shall walk, and along the path of Death I shall transcend.
The air is getting colder by the day,
I am losing strength and I grow weary of this curse of flesh.
Let me die.
Lord Satan let me die.
Seize from me the life and filthy human blood pushing through my corrupted veins.
There must be a way out.
There must be a way out.
My skin is growing paler as I wander through the uttermost accursed lands,
Funereal and So Bleak…
My eyes are worn and my wrists are in shreds,
My throat is slashed,
I bleed.
I am lost in bewildering percolation, leaving the snow behind me blood red,
But who cares?
Who fucking cares and ever did anyway?
Everyone who may have is rotting and corroding beneath the cold wintry soil.
I am dying, nothing is left, I realize Nihility, and I realize Solitude.
Death, take me in your arms; I have waited so long…
Forgotten,
My pouring blood becoming Ice, my corpse growing colder.
Will she be what awaits me, or shall I be alone forevermore,
In accursed, Utter Darkness and Nothingness.
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