Testo Empires of loneliness Swallow The Sun

Empires of loneliness

A lonely shape at my door as death walked in,
turned his grey face toward me.
No eyes but his stare pierced my soul,
no words but I knew his reasons well.

Nothing here for me,
just a burden to others.
I followed his slow steps
quiet sighs straight into the night.

Through these streets of flashing lights
shapes with eyes like shadows and stares so hollow.
Nowhere to go but lower from here,
deeper down into the fear and hopelessness.

Hell everywhere around me,
so why would I have anything
to lose if I follow?

Through this city of
long shadows we walked
this world of empty souls.

Kingdom of fear
and hearts so lost,
abandoned by the light.

Cells of empty shells,
filling their insides
with promises of something,
anything.

These grey towers around me,
climbing toward the night sky,
reaching for the clouds.

Like birds so black high above
with their all seeing eyes,
the halo of their stares.

And these concrete walls with dim
lights that are covered with curtains,
and within are those stairs just
leading down to the depths of Hell.

This carnival of everything,
yet we have nothing but this
horror of our existence.

Couldn't find more reasons
to pray for a better tomorrow,
all I achieved was just more distance.

From my dreams, my hopes,
and from the light of the
morning that I separated myself
from so long ago.

So I followed his slow steps and quiet sighs
to the place I loved most as a child.
Where I chased my dreams and waved to the
passing trains the miracles of life.

And here back on those same tracks
I stand again, being so much less.
Now alone holding nothing within
but this empire of loneliness.

The low rumbling sound of a train
in the distance, its blinding eye in the dark.
Ready to swallow you whole,
left in pieces like my wounded soul.

And here back on those same tracks
I stand again, being so much less.
Now alone holding nothing within
but this empire of loneliness.

Then from the dark a small
glimmering light did appear,
with the trembling wings of a butterfly
it shone a light into my night.

A halo of a childish hope
reaching from somewhere
long since gone...

I held my breath
and it landed on
my arm and asked:

"Is there still anything worth reaching for?"
And my heart said no.
"Any light or goodness in you worth holding on to?"
And my heart said no.

I closed my eyes, got on my weak knees,
and breathed in the dark glow.
As her wings turned to ashes,
from ashes to a black moth.

I heard the sirens
and screaming of the iron.
And my heart still said no.

This carnival of everything,
yet we have nothing but this
horror of our existence.

Couldn't find more reasons
to pray for a better tomorrow,
all I achieved was just more distance.
From all of my dreams, my hopes
and from the light of the morning.

So I followed his slow
steps and quiet sighs
to the place I loved
most as a child.

And there back on those
same tracks I stood again.
Now alone holding nothing within
but this empire of loneliness.