A murder of crows

The elements mold and come together
A heart folds and becomes a feather
The skinned crow screams to the morning
Flesh and blood scatter in a time they've been forming

The single-feathered crow can not fly
And such as that we all shall die
The millions of feathers drift in the sky
Only through a single embrace can we fly

Shall I soar or lock myself in my house?
I hear of it more; a betrayal of a spouse
I feel the dusty dagger at the bottom of my back
I fear for the determination of my brother is to crack

It is hasty to trust a heart of hate
I am off to seek, collect, and manipulate
The millions of hearts going dull and brittle
I'll show me that I'm not so little

A utopia I control
I shall never fall
The hearts of the broken are mine
They have nothing on which to incline
Inclinations grew on the man
Extermination is peace in his plan

In a tight and dark room
I await here for my doom
As I rose amidst hearts of stone
I discovered I stand above ashes all alone

A portrait of the sun - A portrait of the sun

The sands drip on the mountain
They drip grain by grain
As she bathed in the fountain
They fly away to hide a stain
A stain of hunger and death
Searching for the mercy of a mother's breast

The sun is a matter of will
A light under which we kill
We don't really mind
We'll be killing anytime
Over a square of land
Over a lady's hand

A fool calls himself a mage
The only fuel is the warrior's rage
Have an army taste the black
In their fear, execute the attack
Have the dog's tail tamed
Its teeth can't be sharpened in vain

The wicked draw a portrait of the sun
The hopeless claim to wait for the one
This is a slaughterhouse for all
One you certainly will not leave whole
The price of death becomes small
As the darkness takes its toll

A portrait of the sun - The locksmith's smile

In a flickering darkness lies a man
With steel as his witness, he had a plan
His days of gold were over
The gods are finally sober

In a room full of dust
I discovered blood is lust
At my only reach for trust
This blood tastes like rust
The locksmith is on his way
A cold steel and the winds of this day

The wet air in our lungs
Bones on our bleeding gums
We are the cursed of the realm
There will be a story for you to tell

From a chaotic future, he looked back
The mindless follow in his tracks
Under them, the earth shall crack
Whoever loved her is not coming back
The locksmitch is now cursed
He knows not of the word "remorse"

I'm closing this door
The locksmith will close it more
His steel is in my head
A steel wishing for all's death

A portrait of the sun - The dawn

The giant bell tolls
Shrouded as a whole
The night approaches man
Man has never had a plan

Lies inside our head
No one to lie to
We're all dead
All we say and we do
It all comes down to this moment
The giants rise and end their torment
The Earth shakes with my heartbeat
Down in the core, you'll feel my heat

Entitled political persuasion
A constant perpetuation
But there's nothing to perpetuate,
No one to persuade, and no one to hate
I've had enough; it seems I'm a little late
There is no good known to create
They may have not learned
But my people won't be burned

The beasts of the night are at war
They alone keep the score
Our land's raped no more
We must keep the score

The night will be leaving none
When the sun rises we'll all be one
Pile up my love, my blood, and my friend
Hold ground as we rise above the quickening end

A portrait of the sun - Ashes of stones

These stones are old
This road is cold
Blood upon the dusty rock
A symbol of the glory it mocks

This is the divine path
A tragedy of the past
There will be no end
As here you'll find no friend

The beast shrieks mad and loud
The curse will rain upon a dead crowd
A sword will cut those who seek glory
This is one different story
There is no warrior of might
Nor is there a charismatic knight
In the darkest depths of a deep night
They screamed with all fright

Walk and walk upon this road
Be deprived of your soul
As it crushes and cracks
You'll only need to relax
You must enjoy the fall
A pile of broken bones
You'll see there is only blackness ahead
As a weak man you'll wonder what they said

A portrait of the sun - My final romance

A dim light in a passage of black
What can I do to win you back?
A worn-out and cold face
The memory still remains

Rising is the vicious beast,
Dying is a heart at need,
And crying is my only deed
Write in a language you may read

When darkness grows the light will fade
When lightning falls I'm blown away
Amidst the flash of whitened days
What can't be seen can't be swayed

What can I do to win your heart back?
What can be done for our love to last?
I've embraced the blind
They saw a blessing of mine
We stared in a spectrum so great
As we marched towards the holy gate
What can I do to win when I lose?
What can be done to forget you?

A portrait of the sun - The ghost of the hill

May the wind blow
May the sun glow
I'm a ghost tired of sounds
Hurry up and numb me down

May the flames burn
May the fool never learn
I'm a ghost above the ground
Slowly getting numbed down

May the sky grin
May the sinner sin
I'm a ghost with no bounds
Getting completely numbed down

May the evil and wretched fall
May the divine fake this all
I'm a ghost rumbling around
So just fucking numb me down

May the gods fall to their knees
May all of us get to see
A time that I sleep sound
'Til then, numb me down

A portrait of the sun - A destined fight

An antagonist waits in line
Self-inflicted crime
A darkness without night
Someone is stealing my light

Children live and grow
Living under the shadow of a crow
In trials to satisfy their delight
Someone is stealing their light

The people walk in and by
They're all watching a lucid lie
In order to avoid a destined fight
Someone is stealing our light

With their arms tied and souls confined
They're waiting for a psychopath to rise
A new messiah to appear and steal their light
In need of an explanation to live their own life

A portrait of the sun - Intro

1- A destined fight
2- The ghost of the hill
3- My final romance
4- The ashes of stones
5- The dawn
6- The locksmith's smile
7- A portrait of the sun

Hollowed - Oasis of secrecity

Drowning in the winter sands
I'm reaching out with both my hands
I'm running fast and going through
All has passed; even you

Soaring the sky in purity
An omnipresence of unity
In an oasis of secrecity
Mind's dissolving into simplicity

A void of light forever here and more
As I walk now toward the door
As I wander behind the rhythm of my head
I never am to know where it once led

In an oasis of secrecity
Wondering of all the possibilities
Restrained of my own abilities
Pointing but ten fingers at fatalities