Empires of Loneliness Lyrics

A lonely shape at my door, as death walked in.
Turned his grey face toward me.
No eyes, but his stare pierced my soul.
No words, but I knew his reasons well.

Nothing here for me, just a burden to others.
I followed his slow steps,
quiet sighs straight into the night.

Through these streets of flashing lights.
Shapes with eyes like shadows and stares so hollow.
Nowhere to go, but lower from here.
Deeper, down into the fear and hopelessness.

Hell everywhere around me.
So why would I have anything to lose if I follow?
Through this city of long shadows we walked.
This world of empty souls.

Kingdom of fear and hearts so lost, abandoned by the light.
Cells of empty shells, filling their insides,
with promises of something, anything.

These grey towers around me, climbing toward the night sky.
Reaching for the clouds, like birds so black high above.
With their all seeing eyes, the halo of their stares.

And these concrete walls with dim lights that are covered with curtains.
And within are those stairs, just leading down to the depths of hell.

This carnival of everything.
Yet we have nothing, but this horror of our existence.
Couldn't find more reasons to pray for a better tomorrow.
All I achieved was just more distance.

From my dreams, my hopes and from the light of the morning,
that I separated myself from so long ago.

So I followed his slow steps and quiet sighs,
to the place I loved most as a child.
Where I chased my dreams and waved to the passing trains,
the miracles of life.

And here, back on those same tracks I stand again, being so much less.
Now alone, holding nothing within, but this empire of loneliness.

The low rumbling sound of a train.
In the distance, its blinding eye in the dark.
Ready to swallow you whole.
Left in pieces like my wounded soul.

And here, back on those same tracks I stand again, being so much less.
Now alone, holding nothing within, but this empire of loneliness.

Then from the dark, a small glimmering light did appear.
With the trembling wings of a butterfly, it shone a light into my night.
A halo of a childish hope, reaching from somewhere, long since gone.

I held my breath and it landed on my arm and asked:

"Is there still anything worth reaching for?"
And my heart said "no".
"Any light or goodness in you worth holding on to?"
And my heart said "no".

I closed my eyes, got on my weak knees and breathed in the dark glow.
As her wings turned to ashes, from ashes to a black moth.
I heard the sirens and screaming of the iron.
And my heart still said "no".

This carnival of everything.
Yet we have nothing, but this horror of our existence.
Couldn't find more reasons to pray for a better tomorrow.
All I achieved was just more distance.

From my dreams, my hopes and from the light of the morning...

So I followed his slow steps and quiet sighs,
to the place I loved most as a child.
And there, back on those same tracks I stood again.
Now alone, holding nothing within, but this empire of loneliness