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Remnants of the Heart
04:04
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Heart to heart, would I lie?
Lies
Everywhere
For me it’s like air
It’s what I need
To stay alive
For breathing the truth
would surely kill me
As I cower in my cage
All self made with love
From spite and deceit
And from my tower so low I judge
my protective construct
from truth that are not to be told
After wandering trapped and lost in the dark
I open my mind and welcome the grace
I open my soul and let in the light
I disown the burden, I disown my will to die,
confused by this sudden change of heart
The salvation is salve to my wounds
but I'm afraid of what I left in the dark
the remnants of the heart
Beating in me,
instead of blood
it pushes filth
coursing through me
Oh the poisonous thoughts
won’t leave me alone
Is there time left for
healing before I am gone?
Turned away as you were screaming my name
I closed my eyes as you were screaming in pain
I crossed my hands, refused to aid
Of your fate,
the memories are haunting me
In the house that is burned to the ground
I am watching and waiting for the time
After wandering trapped and lost in the dark
I open my mind and welcome the grace
I open my soul and let in the light
I disown the burden, I disown my will to die,
confused by this sudden change of heart
The salvation is salve to my wounds
but I'm afraid of what I left in the dark
the remnants of my heart
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3. |
The Hollows
04:16
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We are hollow
the archetypes of a modern man
demoralized to the core
The hosts are more pale than their shadows
For years I kept on keeping it inside,
snuff out the agony to push it aside
and live scared if the truth would ever see light
The pain makes me stronger but closes my eyes
the words coming out meant for poisoned minds
unaware of when I’ve gone too far
I can't feel my heart beat,
longing for colors in my life again
Scared and sanguine for this story to end
Staring to the beautiful eyes of death
Disappointment,
the gilded crown we’re destined
to wear
with pride and despair
Are we lost in our search for the times
of peace and quiet to lose the weight
of the world from our shoulders
In our efforts to make amends
to rebuilt the damage of old eras
in our search we may have gone to far
I can’t feel my heart beat,
longing for colors in my life again
Scared and sanguine for this story to end
Staring to the beautiful eyes of death
Pretentious
think highly of what I am
condescending to the core
the cardinal sin of the modern man
What is the point of preaching to thee
when there is no one left to see it unfold
Pompous desire to determine what’s right
sparing no effort or sparing no might
has left us no room to breath
I can’t feel my heart beat,
wish there were colors in my life again
staring to the night like so many before me
Standing at the edge with the void calling
me by name
Vigorously unable to accept the fate
to live when everything feels the same
To live when everything is monochromatic grey
I can’t feel my heart beat,
longing for colors in my life again
Scared and sanguine for this story to end
Staring to the empty eyes of death again
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The Daughters
06:02
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Sharp like an edge of a blade tempered with
hate and shrouded in beauty unquestioned
roaming the face of this earth beyond disgusting
Another so kind, like pulled out of
a dream, would be like magic if this was not so real
two so different, both share the same,
share the calling
to fill the void
to fill the void
Those two daughters, they ventured into the night
hand in hand
In snowfall and mist their tracks were lost before morning light
never seen again
their faces covered by falling leaves
in cold and lonely caress of demise they rest
they rest
Kindness is weakness and hate is the mother to pain
broken husks with broken souls
in infinite search to find what is lost
We are lost
You and I, the glorious apex beasts
the hollow children of anguished beings
dismal existence, the great blessing
doing anything to fill the void
Those two daughters, they ventured into the night
hand in hand
In snowfall and mist their tracks were lost before morning light
never seen again
their faces covered by falling leaves
in cold and lonely caress of demise they rest
Those two daughters, they ventured into the night
hand in hand
In snowfall and mist their tracks were lost before morning light
never seen again
their faces covered by falling leaves
in cold and lonely caress of demise they rest
they're never seen again, those two lost souls ventured to death
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From Souls to Embers
05:21
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Please walk towards the line
Please walk towards the end
Please take the final step
Please step into your grave
Alas, my poor soul burned to embers
Oh my days are coming to an end
Step by step
Remember the golden times
the dauntless, reckless will for life
Remember the times
When hope was still real for us
With bloodstained hands
I cradle my fears on my palms
Mask of fake smiles
My ugly disguise is growing old
No strength to surface anymore
The weight of the world is
pushing me below the ground
Grain by grain I drown in the sands of sorrow
I drown
Remember the golden times
when dreams were more than a wish to die.
Remember the times
when truth was valued over lies
and now I can
only reflect light that other shine
mirror thats broken down
scars like cracks inscribe my skin
Have you been working hard?
Are you not satisfied?
That is not enough
There is no more to give
We'd be pleased with your life
Alas, my poor soul burned to embers
Oh my days are coming to an end
Step by step
No strength to surface anymore
The weight of the world is
pushing us below the ground
Grain by grain we drown
in the sands of sorrow
Step by step we walk
into the peace of the unknown
step by step we please
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6. |
From Embers to Fall
05:21
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The dark cave we are calling life
the damp subterfuge, blindfold of souls eyes
You want it here, so we are told
your paradise
this is your paradise
How can I ever be enough, will I ever feel complete
feel the fulfilment before being laid to rest
or am I just forgotten in an unmarked grave
Feel the pressure, feel the hands ripping your skin
hear the voice saying jump right now to your end
Beat your head to the wall, take the fall for your kin
fill the purpose, the tool your makers created
Feel the pressure, feel your selfdom turn cold
hear the voice saying jump monkey do as you’re told
From life through pain to cold frozen soil
From a soul to embers, from embers to fall
In the collapsing caves
we are lying exhausted
You want to be here
this is your paradise
Can you feel the pressure, feel the hands ripping your skin
hear the voice saying jump right now to your end!
How can I ever be enough, will I ever feel complete
feel the fulfilment before being laid to rest
or am I just forgotten in an unmarked grave
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Sui Generis
04:03
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“Rise, the faithless kind
And behold, your new king arrived
Now bow to me you peasants of mine”
And so another chapter of this madness unfolds
where man thinks he’s a god and the god’s a hero.
Like the only star in the sky
The brightest of lights
Epitome of ego
Sui generis
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
you think you’re glorious, you’re not, you’re not worthy
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
you think you’re glorious, you’re not, non sui generis
”Masses, join our ranks
We swear, we’ll save all the world from all evil, from all but us”
When only you’re right enemies are everywhere
and of enemies you dont have to care, those lives to spare.
Because you’re the only star in the sky
The brightest of lights
Epitome of ego
Sui generis
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
you think you’re glorious, you’re not, you’re not worthy
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
you think you’re glorious, you’re not, non sui generis
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If not us then who?
The age old cliche rings true
Utopia for me and you
The pilgrims of this spiritual apocalypse
The visionary road
made of many good intentions
and of more broken souls
so let us go, me and you as
We are the seekers of truth
We are the unaffected
architects of better future
we need no savior
Ours is the righteous cause
and it is for everyone
if they bend and subdue
We are the twisters of truth
We are the ill, infective
architects of biased future
decimating
Everything is fine, for all but one
Our wisdom is from someone else
we’re all slaves of the echo chambers
Lo and behold,
the master plan has worked
Now go out to the world
and live the dystopia of your choice
Now where to go
We’re at the end of the road
the moral painted with blood
and far beyond all good intentions
We are the seekers of truth
We are the unaffected
architects of better future
we need no savior
Ours is the righteous cause
and it is for everyone
if they bend and subdue
We are the twisters of truth
We are the ill, infective
architects of biased future
decimating
Everything is fine, for all but one
Our wisdom is from someone else
we’re all slaves of the echo chambers
We are the seekers of truth
We are the unaffected
architects of better future
we need no savior
Ours is the righteous cause
and it is for everyone
if they bend and subdue
We are the twisters of truth
We are the ill, infective
architects of biased future
decimating
Everything is fine, for all but one
Our wisdom is from someone else
we’re all slaves of the echo chambers
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9. |
Seen Through Ice
05:47
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Now entertain the thought
If with good consciousness
You could say ”little one
There is nothing to worry about
Everything will be alright”
And not feel like you’re lying
Somehow it feels like I’ve seen this before
Trapped in this tragic looping epilogue
Wade through the filth knee deep
the footprints filled with tears
Which of us have crossed the line?
Everything is like seen through ice
Everything will be fine
and everyone is lying
Now entertain the thought
if one understood
the consequences of
what they’re aiming for
Through the fire and anguish
to wear the cape
of a poetic hero
at the expense of everyone else
As if
No more is sorrow guiding our hands
No more is my art the blood on the sand
Soaring through the skies as if blessed with faith
Soon like stone you’ll fall right back to your place
The moral high ground
stays exactly the same
All comes back down to where it began
The narrative is tiring, it all feels the same
Soon like a stone you’ll fall right back to your place
Somehow it feels like I’ve seen this before
Trapped in this tragic looping epilogue
Wade through the filth knee deep
the footprints filled with tears
Which of us have crossed the line?
Everything is like seen through ice
and everything will be fine
and everyone is lying
To get away from the pain
so that they won’t have to face
what is the consequence
what is the expense
of crossing the line
Everything is like seen through ice
Maybe the next story’s alright
Maybe the next time we’ll be fine
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Voidfallen Helsinki, Finland
Voidfallen started as a two man project of Tommi and Henri.
The goal was to learn from previous
mistakes and create music with no compromises.
The genre could loosely be described as melodic death metal.
In addition to the quality of the compositions and production the band has given notable attention for the visual aspects especially in social media and the live shows.
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