Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to
Glory, pride and bloodshed Cowards and beholders, Rapers of my wisdom mix of dust and bones Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall but your heads
Burning papers into ashes, what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls, keep
Dust and oblivion lay down onto my name My stone they've raped with the rules of the game A grey whisper dying New grey day upon me Fetters all the colors
[Lyrics/Forte - Music/Forte-Codfert] Crossing the borders of an enchanted dream Silver dust falling on my hands Empty spaces of a new horizon Frontiers
I ended up waiting thru deserts which all look the same Will I find someone else on this island of shame A growing field of stones and dust as far as
I was so sure not knowing Leaving traces in the dust Till you said there's nothing new Except the things that we forgot Here I stand awaiting for a signal from oblivion
The image of a falling butterfly without wings" The shadow of the depressing silence is not touched I don't understand why the reason of this grief falls into oblivion
fall The reeking seed of Adam forever cursed Now erased as creation has been reversed Their futile lives now buried and lost in the dust of sweet oblivion
dying colours, and illusions that bleed The threads are all wearing thin But still they let no sunshine in Desolation comes alone As the skin falls from our bones Oblivion
got an attitude of need Help me stay awake, I'm falling... CHORUS: Asleep in perfect blue buildings Beside the green apple sea Gonna get me a little oblivion
turn to ash To be... To be prepared to rise and take the fall To end Turn to ash... Lasting progress Endless quest Symbolic scattering... Indulgent oblivion
hell not die We cried out our songs to indifferent ears So why the hell not die ... And fall into oblivion... ... And fall into oblivion... When it
Under cold stone you're lying in (the) sea of my tears Thorns, sadness and pain, my mind is full of insanity Dying leaves are falling with rain to oblivion
woven hands Praying to a god that don't exist, tell me how foolish is that We all are falling, we turn into dust We are cast into oblivion, into the
hear with your beauty and let me feel her moisture The solitary wind that whispers gently awakes the frosty fields Fading morning sun enslaves her nakedness into oblivion
hate of angels Glory, pride and bloodshed Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom mix of dust and bones Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall