ROMAN RAIN "31,0345 Years of Dread"

I Shall Enchain

When the wounded heaven
Drops the frustrating fall
Into the deepest hollow
Of thy dazed and splitting soul
I shall be there,
All moans and woes will be consoled,
Right there, so close,
And sow the finest seeds of hope.

I shall enchain
The voice of hearts
That cry for love,
And bore the ground the bitter tears.
I shall engrave
Every single beat
Soaring thru time
And heard the sky the erratic pulse.

When, tearing thee asunder,
The breathe of hurricanes does flow
Into the wretched peace
Of mind that thee and I together own,
I wont be far,
Id walk those miles again,
I shall be there
To take away thy bales.

I shall conjoin two minds
Though theyre flushing and aching,
Ill draw them on canvas of life,
When theyre rushing and breaking.
Ill pray to the creatures of night
To be brought away on the wings of chaos.
Estranged Im still waiting for awe
And for land whence I came from.

I shall enchain
The voice of hearts
That cry for love,
And bore the ground the bitter tears.
I shall engrave
Every single beat
Soaring thru time
And heard the sky the erratic pulse.

 

Dementias Hailing

Hear Beelzebub call me down to where we all belong.

Im calling
To skies singing,
To stars howling
And spheres ringing.
Im crying
Dont let me go falling,
Im not lying,
Everythings dying.

Whispering voices
Dementias hailing.
Thru chill blue light
Im crawling.
Mischief of colors
Dementias hailing,
Deafening torrent
And Im falling

Im praying
Dont let me go falling
From world swaying
Cause Im just nervous.
Im seeking
For at least one good morning,
Im just freaking
To be honest.

Whispering voices
Dementias hailing.
Thru chill blue light
Im crawling.
Mischief of colors
Dementias hailing,
Deafening torrent
And Im falling

Whispering voices
Dementias hailing.
Mischief of colors
Dementias hailing.
Exhausted mind
Dementias hailing.
Hazy blackness of sky
And Im falling.

Hear Beelzebub call me down to where we all belong.

 

Morbid Feelings

The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
A weird apparition
At my memory's cradle.

A carnival feast in the middle of graveyard,
A world savior wrapped in laurels and crucified,
A line of kids dropping down into
A blear existence one by one
One by one.

The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
I'm flower that grows
From the cruel bloody soil.

I saw the land which cried for living,
I heard the music of spheres beyond life.
Here fear is bourn, here passion is found.
Feels like I'm dropped in the back of beyond,
Back of beyond.

The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
A weird apparition
At my memory's cradle.
I wish I were music
In the bottom of depth,
I'd purely flow up,
Relying on
Almighty death
Almighty death
Almighty death

 

Dark Thing

The ground beneath my feet
Hides something dreary and unheard,
S just like your soul, so pure and sweet,
Absorbed the tribulations of the wicked world.
A joyless wretch, I sit in shade
Of desolated mighty cypress,
Entombed beneath the rustling foliage,
Immersed I am into reflections of you.

I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
Ill come to console you,
My dark thing.
Ill bleed and Ill cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.

You are the shadow of my grief and joy,
The echo of my souls every gust,
Each evanescent moment of this life
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
All that I need is just observing you,
Protecting and adoring you.
No word will ever leave my agonizing flesh,
Only my blood is conscious of my feelings.

I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
Ill come to console you,
My dark thing.
Ill bleed and Ill cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.

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They better let me bleed,
See what my pain is like,
Know what my love is worth
And never stop the flow.
Taste of the breathless flesh will then
Tell what my pain is like,
Show how my love hides inside,
Buried in heaving breast.

 

Higher, higher

Its not my day
And not my world to live in and die in.
Its not my way
And I wasnt bourn to look for fear

To excite me
Or frustrate me,
Invite me
Into the world
Of creators,
Decivilizators.
Inspirations,
Imaginations.

Higher, higher

Its not my song
And not my voice collapsing.
Its not my home
And Im asking, what the hell I am to all.

Excite me,
Frustrate me,
Invite me
Into the world
Of creators,
Decivilizators.
Inspirations,
Imaginations.

Higher, higher

Im not your love,
Im not spending nights tripping and flying.
Its not okay,
But I do not care anyway for it all.

Excite me,
Frustrate me,
Invite me
Into the world
Of creators,
Decivilizators.
Inspirations,
Imaginations.

Higher, higher
Higher, higher

 

Orpheus

Thru magic power of aerial music,
Entrancing skies and birds and stones,
I hear the cruel tears of martyr
Mourning his love all gone to kingdom come.

I also hear the shrieks of thousand wild voices,
The coarse fingers rip apart your adolescent flesh,
The chaste blood drops with the sound of purest peal,
And ground and beasts and trees gasp at the sorrow they feel.

Oh beauteous Orpheus, repose,
Your hearts still beating in the natures symphony,
Forevermore trying to arouse,
Your passions still living in sublime harmony.

The powers of the underworld, begone,
All left subdued by perpetual godlike sound.
The storms fade away and venoms stay benign,
Alive or dead obedient like a lamb.

Oh beauteous Orpheus, repose,
Your hearts still beating in the natures symphony,
Forevermore trying to arouse,
Your passions still living in sublime harmony.

 

Abyss of Blueness

In the shadows of the thorns
The all-seeing eye would watch me bourn,
Dropped in the blear hollow land
I've lost my ground to stand.

From the door of time to the pit of space
Drop me your ash, leave me your trace,
In the edge of all we will fold,
So please behold, behold.

O won't you take me
To the heaven of togetherness,
O won't you bring me
To the night of foreverness.

In the sacred laurelled sky
The all-seeing eye would watch me die,
It doesn't matter what I've found,
For whom I searched for's in my arms.

From the door of time to the pit of space
Remain your sigh, remain your face,
In the edge of all, though dead and cold,
Please behold, behold.

O won't you carry me
To the lighthouse of unconsciousness,
Away from my crying home -
Abyss of blueness.

O won't you take me
To the heaven of togetherness,
O won't you bring me
To the night of loneliness,
O won't you carry me
To the sea of ever bliss,
Up from my pealing home -
Abyss of blueness.

 

Pretense of Sky

Growling wind, a carnivorous thing
Has brought a torture to gem of thy heart,
Elemental foes of our race
Have slain the children of luscious spring.
Beneath the sigh of celestial beam
The bloodshed I see is our primal home.
Benevolent fate, oh bless my eyes,
Blind them, prick them, forsake them free!

Sweet child, you dree the panic,
And withers within you outcry.
Natural worships hostile to us
All the splendors pretense of sky,

Just falsity of light.

The ether is woven of spots and holes
And I am a one, flogged on azure vault,
Im nothing at all and in nothing I dwell,
A tiny amoeba in crimson dredge.
Betaken amid this rapture of war
Id rather vanish to bosoms of land.
Benevolent sunrise, bless my eyes,
Blind them, take them, forsake me free!

Sweet child, you fear the panic,
And withers within you outcry.
Natural worships hostile to us,
All the splendors pretense of sky,

Just falsity of light.
Follows me behind.

Oh, and we all dree the panic,
And withers within us cry.
Natural worships hostile to us,
All the splendors pretense of sky.

Falsity of light
Follows me behind.

 

Angel

Pain, obedience and fear
Turned to ways of our lives.
Skies above us all had gone
Into just thin gray line.
We're kept in the limits of sense,
By the strings, but are they strong enough?
And locked are the doors of defense
By the small gods inside of us.

Angel, angel.
Small gods inside of all of us.
Angel, angel.
True face we hope to see in us.

Descended by heavenly heights
Comes invincible thirst
To break free our souls that had charred
And to throw off our thorns.
Words that sound in our heads
Are just ruthless iron bells.
We talk to the involute depths
And to small gods inside of us.

Angel, angel.
Small gods inside of all of us.
Angel, angel.
True face we long to find in us.

 

 

 
 

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ROMAN RAIN
"31,0345 Years of Dread"

ROMAN RAIN "31,0345 Years of Dread"

LITHIUM DESIGN STUDIO

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