Heavy Metal Lyric: HML

  Woke up with this nagging sense That something was wrong Something quite immense Anguished I lay staring for some time With a lingering fear in mind All hope ends here After what felt like hours of angst Like within a cold grip, sweaty sheets turned dank Compelled I got up to locate its source To uncover this threatening force With clammy hands, I put on my shirt As a gnarly voice, beckoned me Urgent but carefully I drew towards the call Slowly I could discern it All hope ends here Your world and all you hold dear There is a wrong stroke on that picture There is a crack upon the wall It's all bound to soon unravel The whole house about to fall Death upon the threshold Gently calling through the hall Our names they are all listed This is final curtain call All hope ends here Midnight draws near All hope ends here Midnight draws near The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towa

  A sound pierces the darkness that covers the hall Bounce between mirrors covering each of its walls And the thunder roars Heads come to gather here in bundles To grow within its womb As if spellbound is staring at their second skin Reflected in the gloom For every echo of the word its meaning rings more true And yet new voices join the choir, to sing what we knew The chamber grows a constant buzz, a dense and compact truth Rebounding every different thought from armor smooth Here, in the echo chamber, there are only members Here, in the echo chamber, all motion in favor With each dawn comes the threat of nightfall Hiding out in plain sight Here the omens they are plentiful See them outlined in black and in white A dangerous place A dangerous face A dangerous race A dangerous space And the thunder roared For every echo of the word its meaning rings more true And yet new voices join the choir, to sing what we knew. The chamber grows a constant buzz, a dense and compact truth Rebounding

  Bound for land shrouded by haze A distant calling draws the blind deep into the maze Thousand, upon thousands of forms Some prance, some dance, ignorant bliss Some crawling like worms They have eyes but they do not see They know the sounds but do not grasp The words that I speak This is my body, it is my blood A carcass washed off by the flood I, a myriad faces and frames Whatever you might whisper it is not my true name This is my body, it is my blood A carcass washed off by the flood If I tore out my tongue would you remember my voice? If I broke every bone would you recognize the noise? Should I tear out my eyes, would you sense my gaze? If I tore off my cheeks would you recognize my face? If I... If I... If I... If I... If I pulled every tooth would you see me through the grin To find... To find... To find... To find... Digging past the flesh to find what's hidden within If our... If our... If our... If our... If our colors changed would you count me as a friend? Or would...

  A word of praise, of love A thousand curses from above A high-pitched yell to push and shove A smile to let you off This is my blood My body washed off by the flood Two feet to march or flee Two eyes to close or see Two hands to grasp or leave you be To choke or set you free This is my blood My body washed off by the flood My body and my blood A carcass washed off by the flood A word of praise, a word of love A thousand curses from above My body and my blood Two feet to march or flee Two eyes to close or used to see My body and my blood My body and my blood .......

  Strangers

  All of us knew we're fighting for an idea Towards something grand Something glorious Righteous for all of us A grand future for all man Most knew we're fighting against an idea Against something vile Something nefarious Vicious, malicious deplorable hell for man Few of us knew "vicious" had a Had a mouth, had a tongue to tell you what it felt is wrong Very few of us knew of its heart Had a heart, its own eyes, something to recognize us Even less knew that it might have young If it had a sister, mother, father or a waiting lover All knew it had to be destroyed All knew it had to be destroyed Few of us knew "vicious" had a Had a mouth, had a tongue to tell you what it felt is wrong Very few of us knew of its heart Had a heart, its own eyes, something to recognize us Even less knew that it might have young If it had a sister, mother, father or a waiting lover None knew it seemed just like me and you None knew None knew it seemed just like me and you None knew

  Oh brother tell me please have we gone wrong Did our trails split And have they been for long? My back it hurts like hell Not really feeling well Like under some strange spell I am Not really sure if I can trust my sense of sight nor smell Ahead a distant gleam A golden sparkling stream Oh brother tell me please is this the right way Or is my spirit dreadfully astray Your voice turning faint Your words becoming quaint As the shadows grow tall Enveloping your call Ahead a distant gleam A golden sparkling stream Beckon sore feet, Like moths we follow  [5x] A golden sparkling stream Beckon sore feet, Like moths we follow A guiding light through the night Beckon sore feet, Like moths we follow Into an all engulfing omnivorous fire Circled by shades all eager to be set alight Chanting in frantic pulse tarnished souls aspire To make their way into the light Their transcended right Shadows growing longer The air becoming thick Miasma growing stronger They are torching books It smells like f