1. THE CRYING MIRROR

(Instrumental)


2. THE VOID AND CLOUDLESS SKY

Astral projection to the stars and beyond
To a told and mysterious bortex
Transcending mental landscapes to the void
The cloubless sky unfolds the portal of fear

Out of body experience returns to this broken shell
What is reallity anymore?The nightmare?The relentless hate
Or being at one with your cold lonely soul?

Studyong these creatures all these years bribes you insane
For life is always eberlasting pain
The astral body wanders still in never ending wilberness
Of thought, spirit and desolate forests

Darkness enshroubs the frozen withereb moon in silhouettes
Casting throught the spectral trees, falling on your knees
Unable to run alway from the figure in black
Following your every dream,you're every thought

Squirming its negative aura into your diseared mind
Not even the void and cloubless sky is your escape
From all the pessimistic fears amounted throught the years
Of solitude, pain and despondenty...

loneliness, darkness and mesmerist tears drowning...
Coldness, desolation and transcending fears cloubing...


3. AS THE HERMIT HIDING IN THE TRANCE OF NIGHT

Bleak visions of social interactions intertwined with Anxious screams
Hidden in the deepest darkest forest high in the hills
Rotting cabin, the dwelling for the cynical recluse
Mysterious of the dark, the nights telepathy entrancing...

Majestic planes of deep contemplation embedded into bis Psyche
The hermit journess on throughout the night
And the shadows creep and linger there...
Cold and desolate, in deathly silence

A million woribs to explore wandering the wilderness
Connected to the thinkers way of life
Tunnels elapse everywhere, the portals of darkness opens
Shape-shifting spectres hover over head

Head space, a sigh of relief from you know who...
Drifting breeze, thilling trees and a window to nefaria
Collapsing and echoing shrieks, a reverberated cry
Psychedelic colours mixed with black aura return

Returning back from the journey ti his hut in the trees
Entangled branches embrace this haben in the hills
Cleansed of the struggle of the past
The old man sleeps in solitude and comfort once more...


4. IN OPRESSIVE SILENCE

(Instrumental)


5. THE MANIFESTATION OF BLACK RESIDUA ENERGY

(Instrumental)


6. AUTUMNAL MELANCHOLY

Every season bringeth despondency anew
Lugubrious charm in the evening gloom
Reality thanging, surrealism fading
Revealing the foreboding relentless doom

Their visages melting in the eerie dawn
All hope of unity with these retched souls now gone
Trepidation grasping, loneliness everlasting
Content a solitary spirit with the void as one

Nature hibernating as the forest withers and falls
Into slumber, I hear the thunder and the distant calls
Every reason to be sad every reason to be mad
Unable to let go of unwelcomed sorrow

Dreary days, droning nights of melancholy unfolds
For there is always a story of depression to be told
Refreshing are these Autumnal morns
For ice thoust cover the frost new born

Hidden forests, hiding secrets amidst the trees
Spirit linger, ghostly whisper emanating from the breeze
Darkened evenings of mysterious resplendence elapse
Into a trance of the night into Gaia's embrance

Lights flickering in the silhouetted forest
Shapes appearing in formation, shadows casting there evil Glare
I stare beyond the forest and see the end of eternity
A desolate landscape of emptiness, all life gone all is bare


7. MEANDERING IN SORROW

Lost in your fragmented psyche shattered and torn
Wandering aimlessly in solitude forever more
Misery and pain afflicting your emotions
Falling to your knees you scream and cry...

Utter loneliness more confusion haunting hallucinations
Psychedelic despair moaning in sorrow
Enigmatic forest growing leading to nowhere
A puzzeld sigh crawling in agony

The past forgotten all traces erased the emtiness haunts
Lingering shadows, despised faces laugh in return
Echoing shriecks falling into the abyss of fire
Harrowing surreal voices multiply

There is no light at the end of the tunnel for you
No escaping this nightmare which you have built upon yourself
A fortress os sequestering differences from the norm
Sab are the trees they feel your sentience

Creepily the branches grow, elapsing as they entangle you
Rapaciously feeding on your anxiesties
Tightening, suffocating brathing now shallow
The end is near, the eternal black fog casts upon you...


8. TRANSFIGURATION OF TERROR

(Instrumental)