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DUSK LYRICS
"Scream of the Soul" (2002 Demo)
1. Ancient Sign
2. An Image About an Infinitely Cold Soul
3. Frosty Screaming
4. Ashes
1. Ancient Sign
2. An Image About an Infinitely Cold Soul
Bloody tears falls from dried eyes
Falls into the cold waters like the leaded drops
Infinitely cold soul
An infinitely cold water
Every weigh of blood drops tears the calm surface
Making waves and deeply tears to its bottom
In this so dark and so cold water
Every waves and ripples are one and one screaming
One and one screaming for the riddance
One and one screaming for the death
An infinitely cold soul
An infinitely cold water
This lead weighed blood tears gathers on the bottom of the water
The eyes are so dries
Doesn't dropping anything from those already
Maybe the water is filling with tears slowly
It is already full, because it makes an isle
An isle of the last pain
Where it can rest
Because the cold water is slowly drying up
Don't leaving anything but the wounds of the bottom of the dried channel
3. Frosty Screaming
A quiet scream slashing into the fictitious silence
My frosty scream
Am I still alive?
Or I'm already dead?
I feel still too much things
But less than I can be alive
Endless birth and life
It was take on me one and one thousand wounds
Every breath fissures into my spirit
An other frosty screaming
Blood splashing from my mouth
Bleeding from thousand and thousand wounds
In the dungeon of the eternity
I'm already not alive for a long time
But I'm not dead yet
I'm dying
Searching for the riddance
My bloody body and bloodier soul
It is slowly get chill
I'm getting nearer to be dead
Maybe it's the last frosty screaming
4. Ashes
Bleeding from a thousand wound
My black blood crying in the night
A mirror
What is totally black
If I hold it before me
There is no hardly anything
Only ashes
Only solitude
Burning out everything
Everything is dead in my inner self
However, I live
There still are ashes
The remains of a devastation
Although, the screaming what I feel
Is before the ages, I still hear its
Black fog buries the air
What is living here?
The smell is the odour of the rotting timeless time
The air corrodes everything
What is ventures to here
Only ashes
Ashes everywhere
There is no life
This is the empire of the eternal Death
The place where the escaping wanderers
Pilgrimizes from the life
Empire of the Past
Scream of our black blood
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