Lyrics In shadows deep, where silence creeps, A man lies still, afraid to sleep. His heart, it pounds, a constant drum, Afraid to face the night to come. He feels the weight of fading years, Each breath a tether to his fears. The stars above, they coldly gleam, While he is haunted by a dream. Of endless voids, of whispered calls, Of crumbling skies, and darkened halls. He wonders where his soul will go, When winds of death begin to blow. No hand to hold, no light to guide, Just empty echoes by his side. He shivers at the unseen door, Afraid of what lies past its floor. The world, it turns, the hours fade, But in his chest, the fear is laid. For life is fleeting, fragile, brief, And death arrives, a quiet thief. But still he clings to what he knows, Afraid to let the future show. For in the dark, no answers wait, Just time, and life, and whispered fate. No hand to hold, no light to guide, Just empty echoes by his side. He shivers at the unseen door, Afraid of what lies past its floor. The world, it turns, the hours fade, But in his chest, the fear is laid. For life is fleeting, fragile, brief, And death arrives, a quiet thief. No hand to hold, no light to guide, Just empty echoes by his side. He shivers at the unseen door, Afraid of what lies past its floor.
Lyrics
In shadows deep, where silence creeps,
A man lies still, afraid to sleep.
His heart, it pounds, a constant drum,
Afraid to face the night to come.
He feels the weight of fading years,
Each breath a tether to his fears.
The stars above, they coldly gleam,
While he is haunted by a dream.
Of endless voids, of whispered calls,
Of crumbling skies, and darkened halls.
He wonders where his soul will go,
When winds of death begin to blow.
No hand to hold, no light to guide,
Just empty echoes by his side.
He shivers at the unseen door,
Afraid of what lies past its floor.
The world, it turns, the hours fade,
But in his chest, the fear is laid.
For life is fleeting, fragile, brief,
And death arrives, a quiet thief.
But still he clings to what he knows,
Afraid to let the future show.
For in the dark, no answers wait,
Just time, and life, and whispered fate.
No hand to hold, no light to guide,
Just empty echoes by his side.
He shivers at the unseen door,
Afraid of what lies past its floor.
The world, it turns, the hours fade,
But in his chest, the fear is laid.
For life is fleeting, fragile, brief,
And death arrives, a quiet thief.
No hand to hold, no light to guide,
Just empty echoes by his side.
He shivers at the unseen door,
Afraid of what lies past its floor.
Not bad man. 😊