Kaltfront
Anaesthesia Verfasst von P. anno 2017
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hold on and hear this voice in the rustle of the leaves
do you dare not to turn away only this one time now
stand and watch these cristal clear waters' mirrorings
their fathomless depths seem to wish to let you drown

questions unanswered like pinpricks deep in your skin
don't pretend not to understand these words any more
astray from your procession here you are becoming lost
like borne beyond the great sea to a forbidding shore

you better won't wake
you better won't see things in the light of day
you better remain in Anaesthesia

day by day passing by like an all-consuming lava stream
dawn by dawn calling darkness once for all to unfold
as you hide in ebony towers, sleepwalking, never awake
a nameless forgotten prisoner lying in chains of gold

all safe from the cold draught bringing along clarity
sheltered from the rain that will wash illusion away
without the burden of freedom weighing on the shoulders
almost like unborn, not one thing left to stay

you better won't wake
you better won't see things in the light of day
you better remain in Anaesthesia
A World in Grey Verfasst von P. anno 2017
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tell me where am I at home
this is no ground to walk alone
where will i come to rest at last
and end the search for whatever

as i step upon the fire i
drown in deepest sea
and i know the prophets will never speak with one voice

catching at the flickering lights
reaching for the feverish sights
I try to get hold of what is born
in an empty space somewhere in me

for this is a world in grey

ninetynine windows in this room
each opening to a different doom
all weakly lit by the same moon
and veiled in unreal waves of mist

as i step upon the fire i
drown in deepest sea
and i know the prophets will never speak with one voice

in ninetynine enlivening wells
beware of manifold putrid smells
silently rising out of the deep
in ninetynine of a hundred nights

for this is a world in grey
Dead Dreams Verfasst von P. anno 2017
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the last leftover of bleak colors around
slowly turning into a cold shade of grey
the weak rays of the sun of late november
in the end are failing to find their way

a bath in sulphur whenever i delve into memories
the despondend wanderer will never see an end
only a distant welcome for each new dawn
at last there is nothing left to defend

have you ever felt so naked
so cold
like now that the veil is lifted
at the cemetary of your dreams

is it still blood throbbing in these veins
or is it more of a sulphur-soaked steam
limbs that feel like enclosed in stone
thoughts that flow as a pitchblack stream

with every despondent glance behind
turn a little more into a pillar of salt
with all the weight of the stars on your shoulder
disappear into a soulless vault

have you ever felt so naked
have you ever felt so cold
like now that the veil is lifted
this is the cemetary of your dreams
Nightfall Verfasst von P. anno 2017
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a distant and solemn flame glaring at horizon
silent herald of the great fire of devastation
and as you wake for a moment towards midnight
you only behold me staring into the black void

there are no drums beating the rhythm of death
as they did in the wars we have left far behind
sweet-scented odour of decay carried with the wind
a delusive silence that lets you still lie dreaming

in this defeat the wounds will be deeper
deeper as ever a wound before
in this the demise the loss will be greater
greater as ever a loss before

and slowly night is falling upon our creations forever and ever

enter autumnal decay without a spring to follow
this is where our trail will be lost and forgotten
just as you realize you have to stand and to defend
you may sink to the ground with a blade in your back

in this defeat the wounds will be deeper
deeper as ever a wound before
in this the demise the loss will be greater
greater as ever a loss before

and slowly night is falling upon our creations forever and ever
Hope dies last Verfasst von P. anno 2016
Unveröffentlichter Outtake aus den ersten Aufnahmen für Kaltfront
The woods stand silently, covered with snow
as they used to do a thousand times before
by times they drank the blood of the fallen
clad in purest white they seem not to deplore

hope dies last ..but it dies

only the cold wind slightly stirring the limbs
a sound like moan for the perished and damned
but as the day has come for man to depart
the forest will dream of what it always has dreamed

the starlit nightsky, bearer of desires
mercilessly devours all that he's revealed
we long for something great beyond his frontiers
if you saw beyond the stars cold is what you would feel

year by year spring returns, unfreezing our hearts
a deceptive play of an eternal rebirth of light
and when the final season of souls is near
it will stay forever, dawning as an endless night

all the dreams we ever dreamed
sorrows that filled our darkest hours
all the hopes we would nourish in vain
lost and forgotten once and for all