There's no time to cry
No time to look back and cherish old memories
Whatever hope you were expecting to reach is now gone
Torn down
Bleeding at your door
Focus your atention to the whining
On the dying
On the open wounded and the bleeding
Once like you
You know you are going the same way
You won't get out of this again
The blood stains in your hands don't lie
They can't lie
Images reflecting on them
Your eyes staring blank
We've lost all that was once pure
We've lost everything wich could rope us out
Down in the pit we can only wait
For us bodies to rot
What's the point in all this carrousel called life?
Is it living it without a solid purpouse?
Do we really expect something to give it a sense?
Does the word Lost even mean something to you?
It should
We're not going anywhere
Carrousel
Spread your wings
Raise your eyes
Take a look around
Arms raising
Take a chance
Where's your limits now
Learn to fly again
Spread your wings
Breathe
Live
No chain is strong enough
To attach your will to the ground
Break 'em with a grin
Raise your arms and jump
Sure it's a long fall
But you're not crashing
Not this time
Spread your wings
Get your wings
You've got your whole life to lead
Unleash the Titan
Below the thunders of the depths
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The kraken sleepeth, faintest sunlight flee
About his shadowy sides, above him swells
Huge sponges of millenial growth and height
And far away into the slicky light
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep
Then once by man and angels to be seen
Ocean's own demon king
In roaring he shall rise and in shore his fate found
Death upon a world not knowing
Those beautifull colors
The heart of a colossus
The soul of a martyr
The mind of a burner
The wrath of a titan
Scarabs Take Flight at Sundown
Orchesta of a thousand dead souls
Skies blackened not by clouds but by insects
Arrogant orchids plaid in desperation
They wish for the open way
They sing a cursed chant
All the torn trees and the sunken believers
The unleashed vermin rises towards infinity
What do they want? Where are they going?
Heartless creatures
Rampaging throught the bright red sky
On towards infinity
They cast a shadow
A shadow which swallows and distortions
Entities beheading under their new found pride
They succumb to madness. To insanity
To the shadow trail, and to the shining shells above
Swarm of bugs
Sun of nothing
Hordes of madness
Trail of twisted inocence
Towards the sundown
Following the horizon till infinity
Untill better times rise upon them
Until someone worthy raises the torch
Scavengers of the wounded
You are becoming blind
Your own element knocks at your door
But you are deaf already
The songs from the grave no longer reach your ears
No longer reach you soul
Because as harder you try to keep your heart beating
The thiner the rope that holds your rotting corpse gets
And the scavengers are tired of waiting
For an unworthy shell
Circus of Fear
It's ok to fear the dark my child.
Fear does not simply form out of childish ignorance.
For all fears there is a flicker of reason.
In the dark outside your home you may one night hear the sound of screams, singing, and bells.
Do not shudder, my darling, for it is simply the world you don't hear, that isn't seen, that you should be afraid of.
For in the absence of sight and sound awaits the true terror.
When the sounds call you you can not answer.
Hide beneath your sheets, turn on the light if you must.
In truth this does nothing.
Simply avoid the temptation to follow the sounds you don't hear and leave your curtains shut.
Out your window the darkness is pure.
With no light to keep you safe.
In this dark is the flickering of torchlight.
Once you've seen it it's already too late.
You will feel the flames beckoning, calling for you, and you will lose yourself in them.
Should you follow them into the shadows your path will become clear.
A pitch black forest.
The only light is the flicker of the torches burning away the dark among your path.
After the hypnotic call of the dark has faded you will be aware of your surroundings.
You may not have realized you even left the warmth of you bed until now.
As you stand outside the rotting, patched up tarp, flapping in the wind, The torches continue to glow.
Revealing the image of the hideous tent before you.
Red and white stripes slide gruesomely down it's sides. Flags, flayed and tattered, dance restlessly in the freezing wind.
Cages on wheels and rotting caravans litter the dark wood around you.
Nooses, ancient and frayed grip the dead trees tightly, hanging motionless despite the wind.
This is his home, for you are now a guest in his world.
He who waits in the shadows, he who is the very dark that engulfs you.
For in this world there is no light to vanquish his pitch black reach.
This, my poor child, is The Circus of Fear.
The eye of terror, and source of your fear.
It lies just outside our world.
The dark is it's portal, it's door that connects our worlds.
Inside the air is thick with screams, cries, horrible songs, and the stench of rotting flesh.
In it's stands rive others, once like you, now what you would become.
Knowing nothing but darkness and pain.
Below them the show is beginning.
The clowns, too terrifying to comprehend, with stitches, scars, mangled limbs, and hundreds of horrible eyes.
And blood stained jaws smiling blankly at their audience, lurch, limp, and crawl out of the darkness.
Flying abominations tear onlookers from the stands, hang them on meet hooks and shove glass shards beneath their fingernails.
Slowly for days the screams and singing of the mad continues.
Over time blood fills the center, drowning those who bled it.
When their games have ended, the shadows consume them once again.
Silencing all the terrible sounds of the damned.
The darkness takes on it's own life.
Taking on the very image of fear in the form of an elegant, slender man.
Dressed in a tall and very clean tuxedo and beautiful top hat with a playing card wedged into the band.
From below the rim of the hat shine two perfectly round eyes.
Glowing with seemingly impossible brilliance.
And a horrible smile carved happily into his face.
As he opens his grinning maw his hundreds of pointed teeth begin to part.
As he addresses his imprisoned audience he speaks loudly with otherworldly enthusiasm and cheer
"Welcome! Ladies, Gentlemen. Children and those who should've died long before them! Welcome To the Circus of Fear!
And now that our final guest has arrived! Now we can truly begin to entertain!"
