Paradox Obscur

Sketched images Spectral isis Lips of valour Souls of ice Night echoes Throes of time Temples rising Eyes of dust Shadowed ages Withered penance

I followed this path Where the place is barren A frozen landscape In time of dust Your eyes are wet Your mouth is dumb Windows are closed And hope

We begin to rock We begin to shock We take advantage of your life We begin to roll We begin to call We take your soul where is no light We're here to rock

Taste the grey season Region of deconstruction Environment opal Zero confrontation Taste the nothingness Betray the secrets Once kept inside Like

Suck my pain Feel the tone Create the color Chase the drone The day will leave The sun will die All that remains Are all in time Crush your fear

The streets are empty The crowds are gone The night seems Like a promising lore Watching your wings Breaking down You're despondent And looking for

Emptiness The vast desert of distress Consciousness Burning down so intense Emptiness Souls of ice now undressed Nothingness Empty words that make no sense

In times of war Where the crescent falls Into the night Doomsday calls Ascending flight Unto the twilight The serpent crawls And strays inside No morrow

Throes of time Amidst the fallen Stories of an era Long gone by Midnight shadows March upon us Empty promises Now merge to blind us The serpent