BEELZEB LYRICS

1. Mislaid In The Weird Labyrinth Of Mirrors

Have you perceived how the snow disintegrates
And the white colour fades out?
And how the leaves are shaken
By the autumn's wind to die?

Distance haunts us and breaks up the nearness
Bond that joins past and future is disconnected
Obligating to forget what we were, what we are
Which is mislaid in the weird labyrinth of mirrors

Have you ever felt when the death herself
Penetrates deep inside you?
How her black blaze shines
And spreads and overwhelms you?

Distance haunts us and breaks up the nearness
Bond that joins past and future is disconnected
Obligating to forget what we were, what we are
Which is mislaid in the weird labyrinth of mirrors

Noise underneath her blackened feet
Ambiguety lying taken by her hand

Prisoners within a routine's jail cell
Have you tasted the chill kiss from her lips?
And how your veins are like glaciers
That lead straight to a frozen heart?

Wounds don't form scars
Tears don't stop running

Prisoners within a routine's jail cell
Have you tasted the chill kiss from her lips?
And how your veins are like glaciers
That lead straight to a frozen heart?

My eyes hardly believe in the tiny slight signs of
Happiness before them... ephemeral content

Pain and suffering everytime

Temporary relief - such as small drops of dew slipping away
Under a sun which inspires new false daily expectations... -

Among the hollow spaces, lines that can approach one
Another are mislaid in the weird labyrinth of mirrors

No name for this disease
No cure for what's got no name

I am just awaiting
For another moment of perverted clarity
... To write to myself again...
Mislaid in the weird labyrinth of mirrors

Distance haunts us and breaks up the nearness
Bond that joins past and future is disconnected
Obligating to forget what we were, what we are
Which is mislaid in the weird labyrinth of mirrors

Mislaid...
Pain and suffering everywhere
Mislaid...

2. Stalemate's Revival

Can the bars of our memory immure persistence?
... So they claim: "Disaster". Nothing more
Seems to be before our sight.

For each vague, shy step beyond,
Thousand voices of our anguish lead us astray
We stop to reflect without realizing
We have returned to the starting point

Final sentences appear like a joker dilemma
As a reality of justifications committed to memory
Masks the false self-supply

Will dance of the past played before us
Take it's mourning course?
Indifference drips from a romance caught by surprise
... Letting life escape

So now - in our shelter, which has compelled us
With no free ignorance -
What can we have recourse to
But references from our deconstructed past?
- Same mistakes once more

Into pale corners of the self
Inverse existence
Beyond life and death
Though standing here yet

Same mistakes once more
Damage more than ever

Loneliness that exists into each of us
May close our eyes definitely
Then the wait for solutions
Will become the paradigm of insanity

All among the overknown absurd monotony...
Coarse nothingness soaks me up
Same mistakes once more
Damage more than ever

Perhaps we'll try to distill from the entangled plot
Of livings, memories, thoughts...
The core of our own sickness

All among the overknown absurd monotony...
Coarse nothingness soaks me up
Same mistakes once more
Damage more than ever

3. Taciturn

Now I know...
I can talk about nostalgia

That building - old building - has loosen
His polish and rust slips down
The gates and doors

Just longing,
Like someone waiting and
Sticking in the middle of the road,
Light of the ancient gaze
Loses her glow.

Now I'm blinded ...
By the step of mist taking it all away.

That tree-covered alley, has got
The ivy already dead and children no longer play in it.

Languid arms try to embrace
A bit of stardust
They have failed and only grope for
The comet's tail

You
Moving to me
From my inside to the outside
From the outside to my private hell

No stop
No stop for the restless
For the helpless one
Never stops

I'm calling you
Calling you
With all my words
With my silence
With what's between the lines

4. Black Bottomless Lakelet

I have seen a sunset reflected
On the lakelet's jet mirror
I have felt the nightbreath storming strong
The moon dressed in a mantle of fog watching over
The secret untouched into the black waters' silence

Land of somber inheritance
Land of spectral warriors as they proudly lived
Robed with ensigns of war and death
Dwellers of the coldness engaging in battle

I have walked among the vast summits crowned in mist
I have heard sentinel wolves howling
At the snow-covered crests
Spots of white moors bring ancestral remembrances
- Visions erst that I do dream beneath the old trees -

Land of somber inheritance
Land of spectral warriors as they proudly lived
Robed with ensigns of war and death
Dwellers of the coldness engaging in battle

Time draws near
To extend our hands over the sacred stones
And summon the ancient spirits

I step down desolated ravines
Through the valleys swallowed by darkness

Underneath the violet lights of a new form dawn
Lakelet lies asleep until the midnight baptisms

Black lakelet: -
A gate to the death's realm profound
A duct right towards hell

5. Misanthrope's Aurora

Hungry for the future things to come
Imagination makes a mirage grow out of them
And they seem to lose sense when everything happens
Does all life not pay the price?

Don't we claim for another...
Another dream to keep the hope?
There was a useful lie over a long time
But now only the harmful truth exists

Shattered and glum, out of safe place
Locked up inside the mind, keywords are disintegrated
Eternal search runs into a close-woven embarrassment
Then misanthropic visions arise; life becomes a scapegoat

Standing alone with frustration
As a prolongation of disappointment
Feeding on the scraps of life
That are lying in the inertial failure

Step by step in sorrow more and more
Living amidst daydreams and looks backwards

Don't we claim for another...
Another dream to keep the hope?
There was a useful lie over a long time
But now only the harmful truth exists

Everything has disappeared
Feeling of the glorious season stays in the nevermore

Can't face the wheel of my life
Can't face nor choose my destiny
Can't silence my inner voice
Perhaps hyperaesthesia, perhaps neurasthenia, may be just
Soul pessimism...

Hoarding inside disaffection and mistrust
Nostalgic sadness impregnates every place around

Misanthrope's aurora arises

Shifted downwards
Onto a stone throne - cold and endarkened -
By the pale-grey winter loneliness... engulfed

Don't we claim for another...
Another dream to keep the hope?
There was a useful lie over a long time
But now only the harmful truth exists

6. Out Of Sorts

Disregarded help... Snared







BEELZEB LYRICS