
Date of issue: 04.08.2016
Song language: English
Torments of Silence |
Entering into a playground of thought, a vortex of gain, stagnation and loss |
Decisions made here have the effects we have intended to see |
Intent guides the course of our lives, shadows cast imagery before the eyes |
Ignorant take off on breath of wind, yet the vigilant stand tall |
Fighting on the frontlines of peace |
Will you be able to ride out the storm, of hate without cause |
Afflicted by all of the symptoms we fail to cure |
Why refuse to treat yourself with words of wisdom |
This knowledge that counters the fall |
The wisdom not born of spite |
In truth speak no words |
Of the blessed hate, be not afraid |
All this is in touch with clarity, so let the fire take the flesh |
And still we stand our ground |
Unswayed by the torments of time, bursting with hate towards all forms of life |
Unbalanced, destructive, beneficial to form, as new worlds with old collide |
Within this turmoil the masterplan resides |
Unstoppable power, life force, dark side of life |
This is what the wise would seek to hide |
Now dead behind the frontlines of war, the storm has passed you by |
Your life without cause, afflicted by all of the symptoms |
No one’s seen before, the disease is ignorance |
And it ensures a fall |
Fall from grace |
Attempting to pierce the mist, with eyes that no longer see |
Beyond that, before them, the latent force of god |
Wasting our blessings, life force is taken |
Days dead and gone, uphill towards defeat we ride |
Until we greet the end, with open, wounded arms |
In truth speak no words |
Of the blessed hate, be not afraid |
Be taken by the flame |
Name | Year |
---|---|
In a Chasm of Stone | 2016 |
Degradation | 2016 |
Penumbra | 2016 |
The Demented Scholar of Abatos | 2016 |
Apeirophobia | 2016 |
Abandoned | 2020 |
Terrestrial Funeral | 2016 |
Isochron | 2020 |
Desolation | 2020 |
Succession | 2020 |
Departure | 2020 |