Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Karmageddon (The Suffering Silence), artist - Skyclad. Album song A Burnt Offering for the Bone Idol, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 07.04.1992
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
Karmageddon (The Suffering Silence) |
Awake at the souls midnight, I seek that I may find |
An amicable separation from this state of mind |
My sins so unoriginal they cannot be forgiven |
This overwhelming sense of doubt from me all hope has driven |
Ships at night we pass each other by one stormy crossing |
Now in dry-dock solitude we reminisce |
And wait for trade winds that will guide us |
'cross the ocean that divides us |
Pray that time and tide unite us not one moment too late |
With all my coins cast in your fountain I have wished on falling stars |
Remembered times together when the minutes seemed like ours |
The strangest things can happen on the way to paradise |
Where the grass is always greener on the other side of life |
Forever held in this dilemma I see no escape |
When misery awaits me down whichever path I take |
No prima-donnas are allowed in this menage-a-trois |
So will someone please accept us for the naive fools we are |
Caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea |
I’m not waving — I am drowning, someone rescue me |
Life’s tides drag me always deeper down (I'm sinking fast) |
The question is no longer whether I will die |
But how long will I last |
I scream out to the brooding stormclouds heavy with despair |
Yet know they hold no answers, there’s no silver hiding there |
Destiny has turned the key and locked the gates of heaven |
But Kismet is the combination to my Karmageddon |
Contemplation on my isolation |
Immolation by my desolation |
I spiral down the cortex vortex |
Though to live this live I shan’t be forced |
I’ll break my vow of silence |
Race towards the holocaust |
Absence makes the heart grow fonder |
Where the heart lies, there is home |
But I am lost and have no shelter |
Nothing I can call my own |
This soul consumed by inside outrage never had a choice |
An anger cloaked, choked into silence, seeks an estranged voice |
To excommunicate my conscience, reprieve the condemned |
And summon courage to admit that all good things must end |
The end |