A World Through Dead Eyes

When emotions fade and silence turns to gray The cold caress of lunacy wipes the gleam away Awakening to the black wall a dream of grieving ghosts No memories or thoughts recapture what I've lost Here is so strenght left but to leave this trance And

My Hearse - Krohm Along comes my hearse, Marked with contempt, Silently about Its rotting descent. Fickle the flame, As chill it brings; Tired and weary As the raven sings. My time has come And bitter is the taste. My time, it seems, Is met with hast

From Towers Of Sleep , Down Coiled Steps I slowly descend to my oneiric dungeons Knowing that I walk to meet my shadow And greet pure anguish, pure desecration. I reach an alcove lit by a strange moon, Where a familiar body lies on the ground. What s

From a dream I made you, in that restless night From whence I crawled into your sight Above the door, under your bed I am all things that make you dead The lurking madness of thoughts blood red An insect's nest inside your head Remember me when you f