Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Journey Through Her Dusk, artist - pandemonium. Album song The Autumn Enigma, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 18.10.2006
Record label: Grand Master
Song language: English
A Journey Through Her Dusk |
Voices within the chambers of darkness |
From ancient dimensions |
Spreading its spells |
To gather the creatures of night |
Midwinter silence in the snow-whirling storms |
She’s prepared for the supper, a taste of the cold |
She looks at the mirror, utopia is faced |
She laughs at the sight that she sees |
The voices have come, to make her impure |
To turn her soul to the devil’s tool |
The fruit of heaven’s denial |
Paralyzed by the greed |
Reborn in a dream, infected with chaos |
Her soul full of misanthropy |
The voices are calling the spirits to come |
To show the world tyranny |
The gates are opening to another dimension |
Only a few steps away |
Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form |
When her wishes are almost complete |
Innocence gone, living through a holocaust |
In darkness and cold winter grief |
Desires and lust, leading all her faith |
To dwell in the five-pointed star |
Facing the fright, the dimension she chose |
Was the call of the night |
Kissed by the wolf and thrown into torment |
She was introduced to horrors |
Even the demons would fear |
She looks outside her window |
Can you feel the smells of angels around you? |
A new day is dawning in the dungeon’s fog |
A tear of silence falling, forgotten and gone |
So lonely, so helpless |
The child is dancing all the night in pain |
Supreme is the darkness |
It will never let her be |
So senseless, and endless |
Ravishing the only gleam that she holds dear |
The call of the voices will never disappear |
Erased is the daylight |
In the eyes of the bride |
Gone are the moments she cherished |
Her choice was a step in the night |
Infected is the chalice |
That she has to taste, with infinity |
Infested by demons |
The beauty is bound to decay |
The eyes were full of defiance |
When it was time to depart |
The journey ended in silence |
A lifetime away |
The voices promised to give her |
Jewels and gold |
Instead a gown of torment |
Dressed her eternally |
Pictures of pain are painted |
But no one can see |
The colors that show the madness |
Of this tragedy |
Despite the human nightmare |
A try to arise |
But left in the hands of darkness |
It’s only a scream in the night |
Dark waters, dead roses |
There’s nothing left to be |
It’s time to face the god |
Who forsake thee |
Oh, upon the crimson sky she sees |
That dreams are not like reality |
So cold and full of deception and pain |
Illusions starting to make her insane |
The face is gone in oblivion |
Prepare to sleep with the dead |
No faith remains in the fallen one |
It’s time to take the last step |
Mortals are calling the dead |
To dance in the storms of midnight |
To put a price on thy soul |
Withering voices are calling, burning, crying |
Silently falling apart |
In the eyes of the human addiction |
Of flesh and endless desires |
The beast has taken its form |
Human is equal with evil |
Afflicting its own inner self |
Sitting with her thoughts |
Imagining there is another place |
With joyful gratitude |
The nightmare will soon begin again |
It’s time to satisfy the heartless |
Feed the cold grotesque |
Released from its prison |
But there’s no place to hide |
Haunted by the voices |
Unconscious by the noises |
The darkside has shown its might |
Remember what they told thee |
Nauseous little lady |
Escaping will only bring you |
Closer to the darkness |
And closer to your grave |
To the aeons deepest depths |
Her breathing has increased |
And the last hope has deceased |
From the face of her empty soul |
Running on the nails |
Of this twisted fairytale |
There is only one end to this night |
Searching for a place |
Where to drop this cold disgrace |
To erase those things that are left |
Flying without wings |
Distinguishing the stings |
Her eyes are closed finally |
Only a few steps away… |
Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form |
When her wish is almost complete |
The voices have come to make her impure |
To turn her soul to the devil’s tool |
Reborn in a dream, infected with chaos |
Her soul full of misanthropy |
The voices are calling her spirits |
To come, to show the world tyranny |
Now when she sits with the answers in heaven mistakes from the past are erased |
But the darkness will cover the walls |
In our souls, since we’re widows |
From this tragedy |