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The Oaken Throne

Meagre trees in the shrouds, as old as the stones...
Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?

O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age-old miserability
Ancient bitter beauty

Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.

O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me

Empyrium - Mourners

Sopor Aeternus - No - One Is There

Anathema - The Lost Child

I looked myself in the eyes
Perhaps a glance of misperception
the weary twilight in my soul
I long for comforting words

I'm scared but I try to smile
repentant for all my sins
Will I ever be the same again?

I'll wait to face the prison of my life
The remnant of old and painful memories
Imperceptible to come, yet so harmful to all
I taste love and hate
A blindfold for a clear insight

Incomprehensible delusions and denial
I agonize my self-hatred
I reminisce the endless afterbirth
I fall on my knees
And surrender to my demise

I conceal myself right now
Just in case your darker half should try to get out
Is it all woth while?
'Cause near the end we all long to die...

Thurisaz - A Glance of Misperception

Taijin Kyofusho

Leave me dying,  
Falling ash that floats in silence.      
Frozen, fading,  
Snow will drown the earth.  
Darkness takes hold -
Of us all.  
There’s no chance.

Hold me closer,  
Shadows glide through hollow rivers.  
Lonely people,  
Time will steal the truth.  
Darkness grows deep -  
Through us all.  
Broken light.

   When shadows rise and spread,  
   Bacardi fuels my dread,
   Haunted silence,  
   Bacardi.
   Tainted guidance.
   Bacardi.

Drink my, friend.
To the end.  
Glass is gone.  
Done.
Drink my, friend.  
To the end.  
Glass is gone.  
Done.
Glass is gone.  
Done.

Bacardi

Our last october

Lera Lynn plays "My Least Favorite Life" from From The HBO Series True Detective live in the studio for NPR's World Cafe.

Lera Lynn: http: leralynn.com

Listen to the full session: npr.org/sections/world-cafe/2015/09/16/440900244/lera-lynn-on-world-cafe

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Sopor Aeternus - No - One Is There

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