Song | Till We Meet Again |
Artist | Samael |
Album | Ceremony of Opposites |
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To those whom I miss, | |
And to those would miss me | |
Life is short, but long in the living | |
Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future | |
Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain | |
There where that tunnel so familiar | |
And that wall banishing the light | |
Stifling forever the hope of a better day | |
Curs be she who gave me birth | |
Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance | |
I am weary of the struggle for chimeras | |
Of sensing the weight of time, past and future | |
I began my descent as from that first day | |
This night shall be mine, that of the great leap | |
There will be a war, a key, a door | |
Faced with the dilemma of the cord | |
Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb | |
Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet | |
The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness | |
This profound and absolute darkness | |
Which I have dreamed of for so long |
To those whom I miss, | |
And to those would miss me | |
Life is short, but long in the living | |
Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future | |
Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain | |
There where that tunnel so familiar | |
And that wall banishing the light | |
Stifling forever the hope of a better day | |
Curs be she who gave me birth | |
Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance | |
I am weary of the struggle for chimeras | |
Of sensing the weight of time, past and future | |
I began my descent as from that first day | |
This night shall be mine, that of the great leap | |
There will be a war, a key, a door | |
Faced with the dilemma of the cord | |
Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb | |
Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet | |
The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness | |
This profound and absolute darkness | |
Which I have dreamed of for so long |
To those whom I miss, | |
And to those would miss me | |
Life is short, but long in the living | |
Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future | |
Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain | |
There where that tunnel so familiar | |
And that wall banishing the light | |
Stifling forever the hope of a better day | |
Curs be she who gave me birth | |
Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance | |
I am weary of the struggle for chimeras | |
Of sensing the weight of time, past and future | |
I began my descent as from that first day | |
This night shall be mine, that of the great leap | |
There will be a war, a key, a door | |
Faced with the dilemma of the cord | |
Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb | |
Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet | |
The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness | |
This profound and absolute darkness | |
Which I have dreamed of for so long |