Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Learn The Dark, artist - Cadacross. Album song Corona Borealis, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Low Frequency
Song language: English
Learn The Dark |
Whence will I find the passion once lost? |
May it rise with strength to burn |
Away these synthetic sins of mine |
Away those days by gone |
For my demons never rest down here |
Where morbid dreams form reality |
I don’t know who you are nor where you come from |
I only know of who I am and when my shape is shifting |
For I have learned the dark |
And its never-ending quest |
Down here I never rest |
Down here in my gloomy depths |
Where morbid dreams form my reality |
They would never let me slip away |
Spirit keep what my flesh cannot |
I still bleed red |
No memories, no breath |
Torn apart I will drift till death |
Spirit keep what my flesh cannot |
I still bleed red |
No memories, no breath |
Torn apart I will drift till death |
All these faceless creations |
They seem to grope along the way |
Leper guides for us to lead astray |
To be lost and how to find the way |
Days of torture and redeeming pain |
Lies ahead, will I stand or am I to fall? |
Everything here forced to sustain |
For my demons never rest down here |
With nails I masturbate my deepest wounds |
And ages most profound came to me |
Whence will I find the passion once lost |
May it rise with strength to burn |
Away these synthetic sins of mine |
Away those days by gone |
For my demons never rest down here |
Where morbid dreams form reality |
I don’t know who you are nor where you come from |
I only know of who I am and when my shape is shifting |
For I have learned the dark |
And its never-ending quest |
Down here I never rest |
Down here in my gloomy depths |
Where morbid dreams form my reality |
They would never let me slip away |
Days of torture and redeeming pain |
Lies ahead, will I stand or am I to fall? |
Everything here forced to sustain |
For my demons never rest down here |
With nails I masturbate my deepest wounds |
And ages most profound came to me |