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Out of Reach
03:17
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even with others, I'm surrounded by solitude
out of habit, I escape to somber frosty woods
even though I can go where I want
but still, in depth, I live in a cage, that's my heritage
even with oxygen, I cannot breathe
out of habit, I replenish by gazing at the stars
even though I can go where I want
but inside of me, I will be never free
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Fragments of Misery
05:26
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certainty, hope, and harmony
in beginning, I was too insensitive
being lit into the knowledge of the unknown
and then fall into darker truth
regrets, lies and pretense, that surge of dissonance
gradual disintegration of idea of being
like acid flowing inside of me, drains me down and limit my perception
hearing voices from the void, I never managed to escape
countless steps behind, across the thorny world
to find the piece I lost in a state of total blindness
...and now I'm at war with myself, on the battlefield of plenty mirrors
the moment I realized I lost, and the memories were gone...
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Sigh of Broken Spirit
04:01
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there are days, I want to run away from
escape from the pain, which will come
sometimes it's too much of a burden
when I'll get rid of this chain?
they said, time will heal all the wounds
but wounds of a sick and broken heart?
it's nothing more than a fairy tale
It's nonsense for the naive
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4. |
Dying in Reverse
03:54
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sometimes it's hard to carry on
if the mind is on the verge of power
until exhaustion becomes chronic
and the days will lose their meaning
burned out and lost inside
devoid of emotions, solace aside
It's like swimming in the mud
and flying without wings
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Erased
05:00
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there was a conflict
discrepancy under the cortex of consciousness
bond has been broken
its a plague, Its cancer of the mind
like a black liquid
liquid black which infests the essence of the soul
steeply into descent
the last stage of being as such
forced to forget, closing the circle of burned hope
erased by the pressure of unspoken words...
dolor, tenebris, odium, post mortem
non sentiunt, oblivion, stella mortua
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Mirroring the End
04:29
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cursed and hollowed, scattering time
blunting my lust
mirror of sorrow, reflecting thy mind
covered by dust
painting a million colors on the sky
by blinking of an eye
slowly towards the end of the path
the essence branches off
when the awakening no longer comes
It's like sleeping gas
under the cloak of eternal night
denying the light
assurance that everything is fine
fiction in mind
last drop of fate has now dried up
pretending delight
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