Dead Reality Lyrics
| Band | |
|---|---|
| Album | Distressing...(2009) |
| Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
| Genres | Depressive Black Metal, Doom Metal |
| Labels | Independent |
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2. Dead Reality (8:03)
Dead Reality
Cold and sad days are approaching
You must kill yourself before the pain makes it
The fear anguishes you at every moment
Hypocrisy and madness are arriving
In false words of hope
I saw statues without life with death expressions
And in its eyes the sadness contained in each soul
Trumpets sound the new apocalypse
Pain and tormented wait us
The crow emits its last shout of omen
And neither all light purify
The pain is bigger than it seems
Specters spy you from the shadows
The figure of fear dominates you
And you feel the strange nature of what is the death
You must kill yourself before the pain makes it
The apocalypse is appearing
And wars and epidemics are approaching
I hear voices in the emptiness
So blasphemous as hypocrites
And the nausea is in its words
The true madness is arriving
What will you do with your children
When the fear beats in each door
And you feel the blood in the throat?
The hope will be deceased!
What will you say to yourself ?
What will you say to your children ?
Cold and sad days are approaching
You must kill yourself before the pain makes it
The fear anguishes you at every moment
Hypocrisy and madness are arriving
In false words of hope
I saw statues without life with death expressions
And in its eyes the sadness contained in each soul
Trumpets sound the new apocalypse
Pain and tormented wait us
The crow emits its last shout of omen
And neither all light purify
The pain is bigger than it seems
Specters spy you from the shadows
The figure of fear dominates you
And you feel the strange nature of what is the death
You must kill yourself before the pain makes it
The apocalypse is appearing
And wars and epidemics are approaching
I hear voices in the emptiness
So blasphemous as hypocrites
And the nausea is in its words
The true madness is arriving
What will you do with your children
When the fear beats in each door
And you feel the blood in the throat?
The hope will be deceased!
What will you say to yourself ?
What will you say to your children ?
Distressing... - Lyrics
