Deep inside the black and winding mazes
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I'm running from my ghouls,
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My own thoughts are replaced by
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the hidden faces deep from my soul.
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Longing to see time rolling by
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to case the thoughts of regret
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My bad conscience tears me apart,
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how will I ever forget
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Dark recollections
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gnaw my inside
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I've tried to run
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and I've tried to hide
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Reaching the barrow
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of my memories
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to lay the final stone upon the grave
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Searching inner kingdoms
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for control
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to put the lid of oblivion
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upon the grave of guilt
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As I look into the mirror
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I do not see my face
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Two lying hollow eyes is staring back
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with the look of shame and disgrace
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My past is darkening my futureas my present dies
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Every morning is a step towardsy
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the edge of my soul's demise
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Yesterday's demonsis like a plague to my mind
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that never seems to cure
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Imprisoning me tow
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hat I left behindletting my conscience
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unchaine no more
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Upon The Grave Of Guilt
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Falconer |