Lyrics The Shame and the Spectre - Foscor

The Shame and the Spectre

In my last days, I feel the sense of life
Although I would reach remorse
I’m sure, I could not ever see the lost
Only writing these few words
I think my soul would flow as yours
The rain never felt as dense and warm
To make me decide to leave this world
So anguished but cold, I hear at last her voice
So help me disappear, from this deep senseless hole
Whitish forms, appearing across the clock
Beyond the rooms I found as safety folds
Shikly sytaigh the steps to upper floors
Deep inside my murders knock so loud
The suicide of those I meet and loved
At least I start the eerie path of blood
The spectre rise my shame
As moving old pictures of death
Myself grey landscape fell
As soon as beauty was slain
By greed, by pain… With chains
I descend… Again!!!
In a comfortable darkness
The whitish breath of end
Make it sure to kill myself
It seems to be so far when I forgot
The hours I stand apart of those
By greed!!!
By pain!!!
I descend… Again!!!