Musik


Lyriks: Embark Hades
(MEMORIAL DAY)



Carnifex

(Instrumental)

© (M: Memorial Day)


Phobia

Sorrows flows within my veins,
Humanity’s coldness grips my soul,
I can hear the silent screams,
A disease takes control.

Dismay slowly begins to rule my life,
Isolation from the mass activates my withering,
A dark star is the guide of my ending path,
I’ve chosen the wrong way to play the game.

Creating a mask,
Hide the truth,
Deny what’s so real,
Dance on the grave!

Depressive is what I’ve become,
I tried to run the wrong path.
Reality grips my appearance,
Accept my illness
And face the truth.

And so I try to make my life.
Hold my hand and lead me through.
Beyond the gates of twilight,
Where in the end I free my mind.

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


Embark Hades

Look at my hands,
Can you believe that these hands killed?
In cold blood and brutal without any doubts.

I took so many lives
To satisfy myself,
But now the last one’s going to be slained.
The door is opened
And floating I follow.
See myself taken and hanged,
But I don’t feel the gallow’s rope break my
Neck.

Look at those fools,
They thought they can erase me,
But I’m still living in the darker world.

Because killing means living,
And living’s not free.
While failing means dying,
And dying’s for free.

Be on your guard,
When the moon is shining,
And you stroll through nocturnal streets.
I know you can’t see me,
But be sure that I’m there,
Prepared to gut right you!

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


Salve Caput Cruentatum

Covered with blood,
Studded with wounds,
Filled with pain,
Heaped with scorns,
tied with scoff,

And a crown of thorns.

Once covered with utmost glory,
But now derided impundently.
Usually the world
Trembles with your task.
How are you maltreated?

What you have endured - it’s all my burden,
What you have beared - it’s all my fault,
I am a sinner and anger - yeah it serves me
Right!

Salve Caput Cruentatum!
Salve Caput Cruentatum!
Salve Caput Cruentatum!
Salve Caput Cruentatum!
Salve Caput Cruentatum!
Salve Caput Cruentatum!

How have you turned pale!
Who has your glance
Battered so desecrate?
The colour of your cheeks,
The splendour of your lips,

Is gone and passed away!

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


Life Fades Away

Lonely I sit
In my room.
My head is
Empty,
My brain stands
Still.
Fear haunts
Me,
Because I
Know,

Demons
Will come again.
Forceful voices
Whisper
And destroy
My brain!

My head
Explodes
And flames flash through
My eyes.
Rushing through the
Misty streets,
My steps reverberate
Hollowly.

And you feel the staring eyes
Penetrate your back,
The draught strikes your neck.
Then the pain tears your thoughts
When the steel shatters your bones
And streams of blood
Pour onto the cobble-stones.

Another life fades away - away!
Another life fades away - away!

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


Weary Of Life

She lays unconscious, I can see her sweat
Covering her forehead. My surrounding’s blurred,
The impressions rush at me. They diagnose her
Death, I think I’m going insane, can’t believe it!
My love is gone forever! I can’t stand the pain, it
Cauterizes my heart. I run into the cold night, I
Struggle through the rain,
I realize the memories, rise from deep inside:

Yesterday sun was shining
And saw her glowing,
But today wind is howling
And she is effaced!
All-embracing emptiness
Reverberates within me,
Impenetrable dusty haze
Surrounds me!

I must stop my madness,
I must stop my pain!
I feel the warm blood flowing
As it leaves my veins.
Slowly I can feel the weakness
And my senses stop,
I fall into an endless sleep
And I hope to find my love.

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


The Child Of Sorrows

Dark night - black and tenacious,
Wind whispers through the leaves,
Where the owl shriekes.
I’m sitting at the river and watch the waters
Flow.

‘Cause I’m the child of sorrows!
Brought tears and hate,
I’m the herald of doom,
I’ll preach your death!
I take away your youth,
I take away your health,
I take away your love,
I take away your life!

Dead light of the moon
Falls through the mighty trees.
I stare at the clouds chasing in the sky.

From far a cry of the bird of prey
Reaches my ear and makes me chilled.
I follow you!

I know your time has come,
And I know I will obey
These absurd orders of your times,
In the hunt for life you run,
Your cold breath cuts through the shadowlands,
Again you fight but you can’t win!

An inner voice speaks in soft words,
Open your eyes
When the pale shadow of death falls over thy
Face
And the blood spills from your veins!

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


Until You Die

I see the fire in your eyes,
The unappeasable craving of your soul,
When you lonely walk your ways
Through the inadequacy of your life.

Your fingers try to grasp
The fresh and lush green,
But it becomes lame
Like the desert
Of your heart.

You struggle for salvation --- Du sehnst dich nach der Rettung
In the decay of your life --- Im Verfall deiner selbst.
Drowned in the mire of senseless violence --- Versunken im Sumpf der Gewalt
Against yourself - It’s a lie! --- Gegen dich selbst - die Lüge!

I see the mournful glance shining in your eyes,
But the flames haunt your lies,
When hatred mangles fondness
And haze around your mind.

Standing at the crossroads of the future,
Decide which path to take.

You have to bear the consequence
And you try to fly
Through the miraculous lands of colours
Until you die!

You die soon!

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


Rebirth

When I strode along the shores of death
In my own and lonely ways
And in the end I reached the bounds of life
And when the shadows called my name,
You came into my dreary world,
Like an everflowing stream of light.

With the touch of gentle hands
You comforted my barren soul,
When through your velvet-lips
New zest of life poured into my empty shell.

You are the incentive
That makes me live again.
When I feel the strength you share,
This energy is my sail,
That drove me from the shores of death,
Into a brave new world,
Wherein you are my leading hand.

Now that I’m reborn,
Forever we’ll be together!

© (L: Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)


The Seventh Sign

Prologue

A legend narrates of the Apocalypse’s seven omens.
The Lord sends his son to break the seal and now the omen
Come true as a final warning.
When the seventh omen is fulfilled,
God begins his destructable work, to take revenge
Upon the cruelty of spoiled mankind.
And with the first omen every life in the ocean will perish ...

The first omen

No fish, no organism can escape extermination.
The Messiah, He descended down to earth, to finish this last mission in
His father’s name. The times start running.
And the first sign came true.

The second omen

Blood red waters pour when the Son of God broke the seal.
And he mourns mankind’s bleak fate.
The times are running.
And the second sign came true.

The third omen

A frozen desert town welcomes the end.
Shocking for the World how it could happen, but God’s sentence is hard.
The times are running.
And the third sign came true.

The fourth omen

When night falls the next symbol of God’s might appeares:
By breaking the seal the moon is coloured blood red.
But mankind still doesn’t understand.
The times are running.
And the fourth sign came true.

The fifth omen

The last martyr is executed. A handicapped youth, who
Was burning his incestous parents with God’s will and Jesus blessing him.
Dying not by poison gas, but by Pilatus’ murdering guards.
They shot him, while Pilatus was damned to live until the apocalyptic day.
The times are Running.
And the fifth sign came true.

The sixth omen

In the next morning the most beautiful day shall arise - Sweeter than any day before.
But to end as the most
Terrifying court, beginning with a darkened sun and ending
With a shaking earth.
The times are running.
And the sixth sign came true.

The seventh omen

Dead the child is born. But the mother’s not willing to believe
And her hope is stronger than death. Sacrificing herself to
Revive the child and save men. And the hall of the souls
Donates new lifes again and God grants mankind a final
Chance.
The times stopped running.
And the seventh sign did not come true.

© (L: Markus Bovens & Bernd Sorcan / M: Memorial Day)

 

 

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