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 outisde 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 noone 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

unconcious 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