Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fragments Of The Hereafter, artist - Myriads. Album song In Spheres Without Time, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Fragments Of The Hereafter |
Rays of lights streaming in over me |
Coldness is gripping me and my soul |
Tears apart images of life |
Will I travel beyond the astral light? |
Shadows covering me |
Far beyond where no one can be |
That way — far away |
Dead pulses in loneliness |
Silent sleeping |
From the inner sanctum of our souls |
Silence tears apart what is to come |
Frozen images set in stone |
Deceit of the realm which we know |
Halls of sorrow, pity and grief |
Mourning alone and beyond belief |
Cold grasp tightens around our necks |
Death rises, fulfills our lust for peace |
Through the mist striving to |
Keep the mind clear from scars |
Overwhelmed by nature’s true reality |
Lays waste my own integrity: disillusioned |
My restless mind |
Rumbling like falling stones |
From wild to paralysed |
I am touching my buried emotions |
Coldly and mistly |
From the inner sanctum of our souls |
Silence tears apart what is to come |
Frozen images set in stone |
Deceit of the realm which we know |
Halls of sorrow, pity and grief |
Mourning alone and beyond belief |
Cold grasp tightens around our necks |
Death rises, fulfills our lust for peace |
Sinking into darkness |
Hidden illusions of death and what is hereafter |
I am in an air of mystery |
Aims of death fulfill entirely |
Our consciousness melts into ourselves |
Colossal wind and rain fortifies |
My own senses, visualize what is within |
Striving to know the incomprehensible |
Moulding a true belief |
Rays of frozen light |
Fossilize my curious mind |
Evince what is within |
Dead pulses in loneliness |
Unveiling the secrets |
From the inner sanctum of our souls |
Silence tears apart what is to come |
Frozen images set in stone |
Deceit of the realm which we know |
Halls of sorrow, pity and grief |
Mourning alone and beyond belief |
Cold grasp tightens around our necks |
Death rises, fulfills our lust for peace |
Fulfills our lust for peace |