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THALES LYRICS
"Promo 2003" (2003 Demo)
1. Eerie Presence
2. Defective
1. Eerie Presence
You swore to be true to your liege,
but nothing lasts forever.
Life is doomed to wither away -
slowly, like the oceans of tears.
Healed wounds still ache inside,
the barren world awaits its wanderers.
Screams of yesterday still echo in this land.
When no man was to be blamed for his faults,
ignorance was the way out.
Inside the flames escape seemed doubtful.
See them coming, abolishing existence, the world divided.
Being trapped between for all eternity.
Seeking for a haven, hiding from the watchful eyes.
Running towards freedom which will never be found.
Over the slopes, stumbling towards the moonlight
the haunted ones scream for your blood.
Death's unforgivingness is your share.
Only the weak cries at the end.
Your ending is near; taste its harsh bitterness,
hear the diabolical ridicule.
Watch the turmoil turn into bliss
try to break free from the watchful eyes' glare.
No light at the end, it all seems so futile.
Here is your rest, this is your haven.
Hanging between these planes of creation,
like a wave of pure energy I float through cosmos.
This is my realm, this is my hell.
2. Defective
The evening's light is fading as I stumble towards
the flickering light of your lantern.
Into the light I cling enraptured,
a glimpse of your face is all I will need.
Biting branches rend my face, I fall and you turn away.
Mangled, I drag myself out of harm's way.
I thought I'd find shelter in the darkness, in shadows.
A glance at the pitch black night sky
made me sneer at life's bleakness.
My dreary moments I faced with a crooked grin,
the grievous thoughts I brushed off with a shrug.
No words could sway me from my path,
my aim, my goal, gleamed luminously in my shady mind.
One final, blunt gaze at my reflection.
An archaic smile augments my grit.
Passing through the blighted landscape
I beseech unerring judgement.
My prayers echo back from nothingness,
no god hears my appeals.
Your marble face midst the pure white snow
reflects sun's golden beams.
Your ebony hair and melodious laughter
make my reason waste away.
In you I sought shelter, you scoffed at me
and threw yourself on your lover's arms.
Neither of you will ever feel the same
for into the grave I sent you in your sleep,
but you will always be mine in my dreams.
I faced my demons,
my mind is clear of thoughts of you.
The image of consuming flames,
the rasping screams of your pain
now hidden away within me,
muffled by my laughter.
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