Epitaph

(album: The Spectre Within - 1985)

Isolation freezes my life, coldness grips my heart
Trapped within a world, a world apart
Desolate am I, a tempest raging silently
Lost a barren soul adrift at sea

Catatonic state, it sharpens life's depressing edge
The clamor draws me closer to the ledge
As I gaze upon this burning world I curse this life
A life through which I'm hurled

Lies, lies upon this side
And that truthless violence deception mourned by the wise
Thousands of voices drowning out his own
In a popular torrent of lies upon lies turn to stone

So intense the pain that has crawled
From the bleeding corpse of pleasure
That feeds the worm the writhes inside my brain
In the deep of night it stirs again
In the heart of the sleeper
From the crack of dawn
I wake to curse the rising of the sun
Every life is built on hope
Now my dreams have surely passed
Inner voices haunt my numbered days
Darkness calls me with her laughs

Torn between life and death, inertia fills my soul
No will to be, no pride to care, reapers take your toll

Strangers cast a menacing glance as existence I defy
Shatter their dream like world I'm not afraid to die

Omen bird soars the desert land
To the castle of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man
See the colored flowers and marble towers
They fade to brown
Like the unknown inscribed in stone
He's abandoned, abandoned flesh and bones
He's lost in silence swallowed in vastness
Drowned in the depths of a meaningless
Past