And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear; an endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the whims of heaven and hell.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But I pray you hear my story….
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it is singing a decree.
As it simply wants to win,
As it simply wants to take over me.
"Have a purpose, bend the world,
Act out upon your wishes,
and the nameless will love you"
That's what light then says to me,
Because it wants to set me free.
Winning slightly over me.
"But this cage of shining gold,
will shield you from untrue
And protect you from the cold,
Nothing inside its walls can harm you,
In your own little world!"
Whispers darkness in my ear,
"Only me you should now hear,
And with me you will survive,
And with my help you will strive,
And achieve your paradise,
In illusion's disguise!
With no hardships and no pain,
You will know power and fame!"
The light sternly yells at me:
"These are lies as they can be!
If your world is built on lies,
Then yourself you will despise.
And illusion's paradise,
Will fall down on you.
Crashing, burning, dying,
crying are your dreams
And uprooted is your tree!
And no longer will you see
Where to go or what to be!
When you face your final trial,
what will the judge say to thee?"
"These are lies and mere dogma,
Based upon the fear of death!"
Darkness then just yells at me:
"You have your right to disagree!
Make a lovely pact with me.
I will offer you salvation,
No more fear or deprivation!
If you would indulge me then just hear,
You have nothing at all to fear.
Since we do not have a soul.
There's nothing with which to pay a toll!
Sign here, over there.
In the name of pleasure and hope.
In the name of revolution,
Let your mountain of turmoil
become just a gentle slope!"
Its arguments are winning over me,
And thus with darkness I agree,
And so I sign the decree,
And with a treacherous and jolly glee
Darkness enshrouding, standing over me
"With the light here once and for all undone
You and I shall become one!"
And so, I enter into the storm of shadows.
As pitch-black as the depths of the sea.
Becoming a mere castaway, amidst the weary crowds.
Consumed by somber, ashen clouds,
With the heavens frowning over me.
A storm of ice and fire, dancing all around with glee.
A storm of time and infinity encapsulating me.
Like a fire burning to the heavens.
Tearing up roads, buildings, picking up debris.
Into the air it takes me.
My wings have turned to blackened ash
The pacifying, freezing fear taking over
My heart is covered in frost
And all I wished, is to be free…
Hey guys! I make/write vocals for some hardstyle and hardcore artists here and there. I love what I do, so hopefully you can find some inspiration from this.
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