Song | Vast |
Artist | Fragments of Unbecoming |
Album | The Everhaunting Past: Chapter IV - A Splendid Retro |
Vast | |
(Music: Ehrich / Lyrics: Ehrich) | |
A gathering nearby the deathless balk, | |
(beneath) sable vultures, that circle round the dead. | |
Forthcoming loss preludes the end of entity, | |
these former nameless, the seed of primal bare calamity. | |
Filthy silence awaits | |
an ancient revelation. | |
Stormclouds gather forever, | |
evoked storms collect. | |
I still remember the words they said, | |
I can still hear sardonic laughs. | |
Now I’m expelled – the outcast one. | |
(Walk) through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none. | |
Am I to be the last | |
traversing baleful wilderness? | |
Amidst these woods so vast, | |
obeying my own restlessness. | |
I’m following the trail of synthesis, | |
nothing else remains to be done. | |
I’m longing for a path right out of this. | |
I feel exhausted, my endmost chance has gone? | |
For what reason | |
do I pass this burial lair? | |
Is there even a season? | |
Yet the treetops pant for air! | |
For what reason … | |
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? | |
Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one (who is) able to save me? | |
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? | |
Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me. | |
Am I the only one (who is) able to save me? | |
Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me. | |
Underneath, I feel their rise – my fall. | |
A fading bliss, their evident voracity, | |
the coffin bearers raise to coffin me. | |
Down below, I feel their rise – my fall. | |
to end this show, their evident voracity, | |
the coffin bearers raise to coffin me. | |
For what reason | |
do I pass this burial lair? | |
Is there even a season? | |
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? | |
Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one (who is) able to save me? | |
Horizons vanish forever, | |
evoked storms collect. | |
I still remember the words they said, | |
I can still hear sardonic laughs. | |
I´m the expelled – the outcast one. | |
(Walk) through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none. | |
Am I to be the last | |
traversing baleful wilderness? | |
Amidst these woods so vast, | |
obeying my own - restlessness. | |
Obeying my own - restlessness. | |
… traversing baleful wilderness? Restlessness! | |
… traversing baleful wilderness? Restlessness! |
Vast | |
Music: Ehrich Lyrics: Ehrich | |
A gathering nearby the deathless balk, | |
beneath sable vultures, that circle round the dead. | |
Forthcoming loss preludes the end of entity, | |
these former nameless, the seed of primal bare calamity. | |
Filthy silence awaits | |
an ancient revelation. | |
Stormclouds gather forever, | |
evoked storms collect. | |
I still remember the words they said, | |
I can still hear sardonic laughs. | |
Now I' m expelled the outcast one. | |
Walk through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none. | |
Am I to be the last | |
traversing baleful wilderness? | |
Amidst these woods so vast, | |
obeying my own restlessness. | |
I' m following the trail of synthesis, | |
nothing else remains to be done. | |
I' m longing for a path right out of this. | |
I feel exhausted, my endmost chance has gone? | |
For what reason | |
do I pass this burial lair? | |
Is there even a season? | |
Yet the treetops pant for air! | |
For what reason | |
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? | |
Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one who is able to save me? | |
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? | |
Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me. | |
Am I the only one who is able to save me? | |
Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me. | |
Underneath, I feel their rise my fall. | |
A fading bliss, their evident voracity, | |
the coffin bearers raise to coffin me. | |
Down below, I feel their rise my fall. | |
to end this show, their evident voracity, | |
the coffin bearers raise to coffin me. | |
For what reason | |
do I pass this burial lair? | |
Is there even a season? | |
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? | |
Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one who is able to save me? | |
Horizons vanish forever, | |
evoked storms collect. | |
I still remember the words they said, | |
I can still hear sardonic laughs. | |
I m the expelled the outcast one. | |
Walk through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none. | |
Am I to be the last | |
traversing baleful wilderness? | |
Amidst these woods so vast, | |
obeying my own restlessness. | |
Obeying my own restlessness. | |
traversing baleful wilderness? Restlessness! | |
traversing baleful wilderness? Restlessness! |