Shame is Just a Word
2020 · album
Svarttjern - Stars and Death lyrics
Artist: Svarttjern
album: Dødsskrik
Counting hours, counting your deaths,
Belief proves to be the weaker force.
Imprisoned sin, captured weekend soul,
This dirt of yours is yet to grow.
When it began in the early days,
A force was brought upon a younger race.
It developed in a sense where time escaped,
They became restless men of astronomy.
It has calling in the wind, a silence in the storm.
It has a total sense of knowledge, but only for the unknown,
It began as a light in the darkest of nights,
The thrill became to hunt in for its gloom.
As the stronger of men, became wiser and old,
He saw that patience was the thrill of the fight.
Slowly collecting the source of light.
He lives to tell how he won the fight.
The astronomers became obsessed with the light,
The victorious glory was a thief in its own.
When the oldest of men was to reach for the star,
He disappeared and never returned.
But he is the only of men who was touched by the light,
To be the ruler of eternal night.
Counting hours, counting your deaths,
Belief proves to be the weaker force.
Imprisoned sin, captured weekend soul,
This dirt of yours is yet to grow.
Belief proves to be the weaker force.
Imprisoned sin, captured weekend soul,
This dirt of yours is yet to grow.
When it began in the early days,
A force was brought upon a younger race.
It developed in a sense where time escaped,
They became restless men of astronomy.
It has calling in the wind, a silence in the storm.
It has a total sense of knowledge, but only for the unknown,
It began as a light in the darkest of nights,
The thrill became to hunt in for its gloom.
As the stronger of men, became wiser and old,
He saw that patience was the thrill of the fight.
Slowly collecting the source of light.
He lives to tell how he won the fight.
The astronomers became obsessed with the light,
The victorious glory was a thief in its own.
When the oldest of men was to reach for the star,
He disappeared and never returned.
But he is the only of men who was touched by the light,
To be the ruler of eternal night.
Counting hours, counting your deaths,
Belief proves to be the weaker force.
Imprisoned sin, captured weekend soul,
This dirt of yours is yet to grow.
Other albums by the artist
Frost Embalmed Abyss
2020 · single
Melodies of Lust
2019 · single
Prince of Disgust
2019 · single
Towards the Ultimate
2011 · album
Misanthropic Path of Madness
2009 · album
