Hortus Animae A Lifetime Obscurity Lyrics

A Lifetime Obscurity Lyrics

Follow the path towards the solitude, thou shall feel cursed if betrayed. But
when I betray call the Martyr to weep, to bury the

scars thru never ending seasons of grief, then I'll follow the black path
towards horizon dark and I'll reach only sadness, as

mourning dwells in me. Like a love lost in the cold, thru the grim shadows of
old, shadows that whisper of souls. Like a love

lost in the cold, that strength less I shall behold thru years of darkness or
filtrate light, it's always been easier to close

the eyes, rather than open them and see what thou never ever wanted to see...
Once felt the weight of thy age, call the Martyr to

laugh and dance upon thy graveyard of shame. For love was lost and life was
won, all the other things are shades to be gone and

the path of mourning longs for more... "Come here Mephisto, come here
Mephisto, dance thy particular waltz upon my ridiculous

grave". Spirit and flesh are now rotting, their abode is so far, shall I
find it? For the path I am walking, it's so lonely and 

bleeding, the grief's overwhelming and sadness is crying, thou can taste all my
sorrow for my life is so empty, empty like words 

that are buried with loss. Turn on thy back all that's shown is regret and the
shadows of death are unleashing their powers NOW! 

Like a love lost in the cold, thru the grim shadows of old, shadows that
whisper of souls. Everything gone and never to return, 

here's the coldness and the bleakness of it all, a constant prelude to agony, a
following of seasons of apathy, cruel are the eyes 

of misery, black are the wings of my destiny, primordial tears come out as
knives... The left half of the heart in the left hand, 

the right half of the heart in the right hand... OBSCURITY - Mourning dwells in
me, Obscurity - A lifelong misery, Obscurity - bleeding 

the soul away... Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones, crushing everything
that I'm holding inside and then going back again... 

Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones, crushing everything I am holding
inside and all left behind seem to come

back again... When senses are blinded and feelings distorted call the Martyr to
show thee the real true existence, hypnotic

delusions are blessed with confusion, another landscape is silent with intent
of revelation, groping one's way towards the wastes

of life, why this seems to have no end? Groping one's way towards the wastes of
life, please help me inhale the true existence!...