Frostagrath - Illusion

Illusion


Into the dreary illusion of the timeless mirrors,
Towards the depths of the bleak sorrow
Standing on the strand of nightmare
The cold winds, the desolate view
A grey pale sight.

The midnight hymn sound eternally,
The pain of reason; unmistakable judge; the misfits of time!
With wings wide open fly nearby
The daggers of life closes in

To be constantly followed by unbreakable circle of delusions,
Consuming every sign of life, leaving nothing behind
To be cast away by reason into obscured void,
Rejected by life and death !

Sitting on the ground, the roots devour every sentiment,
leaving the body soulless,
Lost in time.
As the night becomes funeral,
No tomorrow shall ever dawn!