Ceremonial Perfection : Imagination's Chaos

Melodic Death / Estonia
(2008 - Self-Produced)
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1. DYSTOPIA

Completely numb
I stand alone
City is empty today
All fears are gone

You are my bloodletter
In death or autumn weather
Die with me for pain
Die with me again

Tragedy of mine
Helps me die
Look at me
Don't set me free

Why must this be
Drenched in misery
I'm fading away
This is my tragedy day


2. FALL FROM REALITY

I'm watching through this pilgrim of death
That shows the history of humanity
In my mind there's no hope left
And i'm just falling from reality

The universal doom is coming
Everyone will die in pain
Even the mighty sun is dying
Our empty hope is vain

Watching the black moon
I feel the flours of men
My life will end so soon
When clock will show past ten

Wolves are crying in the forest
Shadows running far away
And this will be the longest
Ever... painfull day


3. WHISPER

Loneliness which brakes your imagination
Another story of fake disease in my head
I'm stuck in motion life
There is no past, no future, no today

Thousands of biospheres
The only air is vacuum
Eternity is far away from here
This is just your nightmare again

We are now in our world
Galaxies behind from earth
The sun is black and moon is dim
Why can't we talk to stars?

Thousands of biospheres
The only air is vacuum
Eternity is far away from here
This is just your nightmare again

The only god you knew is dead
Apocalypse is the only way to save our souls
Truth has gone from this forsaken place
There were no heaven, god and hell

Loneliness which brakes your imagination
Another story inside my head
I'm stuck in motion life
There is no past, no future, no today

Thousands of biospheres
The only air is vacuum
Eternity is far away from here
This is just your nightmare again

The only god you knew is dead
Apocalypse is the only way to save our souls
Truth has gone from this forsaken place
There were no heaven, god and hell


4. COLD

Walking alone in the darkness of moon
Through the millions of faces and souls
With the hope I again entered this room
But night just crawls and crawls

Following hate of the fantasy hope
Searching for the end of the day
Black-clad voyeur is taking some dope
For eternal misanthropy to went away

Empty galleries with pictures of dead
Silhouettes with the tragic blood
The decayed darkness is blackened red
And the spirits are praying to god

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