Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing, artist - Golgotha. Album song Melancholy, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 11.02.2016
Record label: Dissonance
Song language: English
Nothing |
Being at the place of darkness |
Where everything that exists, never is |
Being in the place of inexistence |
Where silence is everything |
Where silence never stops |
Being in a place I ignore |
Where sadness dominates monotony |
Where time? |
hands |
And I feel the impediment of taking out |
The anguish that resounds in my inside |
And I feel all his foundless madness |
Which oppress me like a thousand gravities |
And I feel more presence |
That gets lost in the infinity (infinity) |
I feel his torture in my being |
I feel his screams in my mind |
I feel his breath in my soul |
I feel his look in my spirit |
I try to cry and I have no eyes |
I try to hear and I have no ears |
I try to smell and I have no nose |
I try to touch and I have no hands |
I try to burst, and I have no body |
I try to burst, and I have no body |
I feel his torture in my being |
I feel his screams in my mind |
I feel his breath in my soul |
I feel his look in my spirit |
What’s the sense of this demented |
Function which trapes me? |
What’s the order of this puzzle |
If none of us fits okay? |
What’s the motive of this whole emptiness |
If we don’t exist in any concrete point? |
What’s the answer to everything |
If I can’t even make |
Make a question? |
All these pleasures, refused |
All these sacrifices, in vain |
All these prays, with no destiny |
All these penances, absurd |
All these abstinences |
To get a beyond |
From the plenty grace |
And above all these |
Fears to an inexistent God |
For this Chaos |
(This Chaos) |
(This Chaos) |
All these pleasures, refused |
All these sacrifices, in vain |
All these prays, with no destiny |
All these penances, absurd |
All these abstinences |
To get a beyond |
From the plenty grace |
And above all these |
Fears to an inexistent God |
For this Chaos |
(Yeah) |
Is this perpetual night, perhaps my personal hell? |
Maybe this perpetual night, bring a clear sunrise |
Which let me see the sky, that I think I deserve |
But until that moment I can only wait and reflect |
About everything and nothing |
And try to remember the mistakes |
That confined me to utter obscurity |