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We're living in the shade
of a disillusioning truth.
What separated you
from your own will?
From opening your eyes
to see the great depression?
This is a world
lost in degeneration.
A teardrop
into a river of blood.
Words like dead feathers.
A teardrop
into a river of blood.
Black waters
parting the skyline.
In this life we're but a teardrop
in a raging maelstrom.
The Ashen Falls.
Living in the shade
of a disillusioning truth,
paralyzing you.
And we're drowning in the floods!
In this life we're but a teardrop
in a raging maelstrom.
The Ashen Falls.
Living in the shade
of a disillusioning truth,
paralyzing you.
The Ashen Falls -
paralyzing you!
The Ashen Falls.
The Ashen Falls.
"Being alone,
feeling isolated or simply out of place
is something that is always there.
All your life.
You may find places where you feel more welcome
but this general feeling of alienation remains -
forever."
Let the floods take the pain away.
We've opened our hearts to the worst -
we're lost in the night.
We've opened our hearts to the worst.
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At this bleak moment
in the history of the earth,
what would not be
a waste of time?
We're neck deep in the water.
Will there be stories left to tell?
Give me the warmth of hell
so I can feel myself.
We belong to the netherworld
and I'll be nothing,
you will be nothing.
Hear me calling,
I'm calling your name.
This world is dying.
This is a season of grief!
I retreat
to hibernate.
I choose
withdrawal.
Not with cynicism
but with a questing mind.
Not with cynicism
but with a questing mind.
Hear me calling,
I'm calling your name.
This world is dying.
This is a season of grief!
I watch the nightsky
and the moonlit mountain range.
I pity those
who never learned to see the earth.
Progress is not my god!
And you cannot kill what is wild.
I will enjoy the friendship of the seasons
and start to live,
to own my life.
You cannot kill what is wild!
Hear me calling,
I'm calling your name.
This world is dying.
This is a season of grief
...of grief!
Season of grief!
The machines are marching on
devouring all beauty.
Yet I stand strong.
Against the grain
and the unfolding storm.
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We are enshrouded
by a veil of darkness.
This deafening blackness
will tear us apart.
We never learned to live,
only to die.
Empty days
dominate our lives.
We never learned to dream,
only to lie.
Sleepless nights
dominate our lives.
Can you collect some stars for me?
I need to drink their cold and icy light.
Please make me find some solace,
for you are the night.
There is no hope for us
for we are creatures of defeat.
We stumble through the darkness.
In search for light
we'll go blind.
Can you bring down the moon for me?
I need to eat his cold and icy light.
Please make me find some solace,
for you are the night.
For you are the night.
Will we learn to dance one day
in total darkness?
Please send your son to me
for he will kill all my dreams.
Drown me in your darkness
for you are the night!
Drown me in your darkness
for you are the night!
You are the night.
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Inertia
04:08
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A bottomless pit,
a darkened corridor.
Dug myself a hole.
Dreary vacuum,
distorted faces.
Grimaces.
I crush,
I burn.
The demons grab my hand.
Inertia.
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Rain
02:26
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Dreamgatherer
08:01
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Behind those eyes
rests a jaded mind.
Dreamgatherer
floating in the mellow hands
of the sky.
This world outside
means nothing in my head.
I find escape in loneliness.
Don't blur the line
between your world and mine.
Don't try to fill the void.
I am alone up here
watching the world from afar.
But I can't see anything
because I'm drowning in myself.
Drowning in myself.
Dreamgatherer
floating in the mellow hands..
Dreamgatherer
floating in the mellow hands
of the sky.
Behind those eyes
rests a jaded mind.
Doomgatherer
falling through the fragile hands
of this life.
This world outside
means nothing in my head.
I find escape in loneliness.
Don't blur the line
between your world and mine.
Don't try to fill the void.
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The Heart of December
04:30
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And I fade into
the endless white.
And I retreat from this world,
the fading warmth…
the fading warmth.
And I become one
with the night.
And I retreat from this world,
the fading warmth…
the fading warmth.
Bleak skies melt slowly,
painted grey.
A canvas torn
where hope decays.
And when I'm gone
will you still remember
the shining flame
in the heart of December?
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Burial
05:24
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We consume this world
like we're alone out there.
Once there's nothing left
will you still not care at all?
And while the will won't die
it still feels like
this is a burial.
So dead inside,
living own realities.
Do you think there's time?
Maybe,
but there is no infinity.
Concrete figures, concrete lungs.
Exhale. Exhale the darkest breath.
Burning the cold remembrance,
the remnants of our failures
are falling onto our heads.
We consume this world
like we're alone out there.
Once there's nothing left
will you still not care at all?
And while the will won't die
it still feels like
this is a burial…
of us all.
We consume this world
like we're alone out there.
Once there's nothing left
will we still not care?
So dead inside,
living own realities.
Do you think there's time?
Maybe,
but there is no infinity.
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Solastalgia
09:17
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The dawn reveals to me
a world that's ablaze.
Black shrouds
cover this realm.
A realm that slowly fades.
Solastalgia! Where is the forest standing strong for centuries?
Solastalgia! Where are the spirits stalking the wilderness?
The twilight never came.
One god outlived them all.
My beloved home
only barren desert plains.
Mournful and quiet,
lost everything of worth.
A black sun
cloaks the woods in darkness.
Black claws
and gaping jaws.
Thick smoke
fills the evening air
as moths
search for the hidden moon.
Solastalgia! Where is the mountain braving storms for centuries?
Solastalgia! Where is the wrath, the flame? Where are the hopeful dreams?
Hopeful dreams?
Denial of beauty.
Desert plains.
Life.
Less.
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The Same Hell (MMXXV)
03:28
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From my view
I see hollow faces
falling through
the same hell.
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Metaphor
04:05
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You stole my pure intentions.
You are the sickness in between.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.
You taught me to be sad as you.
You almost made me take it all.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.
The sickness that you are,
a plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me,
how I've come this far?
You bend me and you shake me,
you beg me then you break me.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.
You made me feel like a sinner.
Now you fear you’ll die alone.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.
The sickness that you are,
a plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me
how I've come this far?
I feel it’s taking over.
Everything falls dark.
Break me open, the desperate cry.
The sickness that you are,
a plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me
how I've come this far?
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Heretoir Germany
Heretoir is a german post-metal band founded by Eklatanz in 2006.
Devastating realism. Melancholy. Nostalgia. Isolation. Self-reflection.
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