Gothilibrium

by Daniel Markov

  For my wicked spawn

  Shall hunt you from dusk till dawn

  Your dress

  I still have your dress

  The same you wore that night

  When you disappeared in the ocean

  When the lurking creatures dragged you down

  It still has your scent

  I inhale it every single night

  And it's like you are right there

  I can feel your soothing presence

  Beneath my skin

  I can feel them crawling beneath my skin

  Thousands of them wander through my body

  Torment me slowly from day to day

  Keeping me awake for centuries

  In this coffin I am trapped with them

  There is no escape for me

  This is my curse for my sins

  Please forgive me

  Scarred

  This is my punishment

  An everlasting torment

  These scars that constantly bleed

  Because I am a wicked breed

  For what I did I had to pay

  And for my victims I had to pray

  He punished me for my wicked deeds

  And sent me on a mission to kill all the evil seeds

  The burden

  Ease my burden

  It weighs down my mind

  Drags it to the bottom

  Of an ocean of insanity

  Once I used to be free

  My mind floated in the skies

  And as I grew up

  Them swarmed my once innocent mind

  Such horror

  I have witnessed such horror

  It gave me endless terror

  That creature I saw in the dark

  Left on me its wicked mark

  I heard the screams of its prey

  As I hid in the dark and pray

  The creature disappeared in the night

  And I ran and ran and ran in fright

  The soil on my soul

  Death came for me

  It was swift and just

  It took me away from the world

  Of a species that wrote its own doom

  They placed me into the womb of the dying world

  A world soaked in the blood of mankind

  And inside its womb

  I heard the world crying

  Such horror it witnessed

  The madness of mankind

  Their foul deeds that made the universe shiver

  And the stars to disappear from its canvas

  And I lay inside its womb

  The soil of the world protected my soul

  From the atrocities of the world above

  And we cried together until the end of mankind

  Dancing with the Devil

  Every day I visit your grave

  People tell me how I am so brave

  How I am good at suppressing all this pain

  But they don't know my soul now is just a stain

  It slowly fades away

  Because on this world you couldn't stay

  You left this world of evil

  And left me dancing with the Devil

  And I dance with Him on this graveyard

  Trying to keep you safe from this bastard

  That wants to take your soul

  But I'll protect you my sweet doll

  Ominous chant

  I heard it in the dead of the night

  This thing many would consider a blight

  This chant so ominous

  Forged by the tongues so poisonous

  The chant foretold about the coming of doom

  I could hear it as I hid inside my room

  It foretold about the coming of madness

  And a thousand years of darkness

  Oh such doom shall upon humanity

  But they deserved it because of their insanity

  Because of their destructive nature

  They won't have any future

  Room of mirrors

  Imagine yourself standing in a room

  This room full of mirrors

  That reveal every face hidden behind the mask

  That reveal every character trying to claw its way out

  I stood in that damn room

  And saw them all

  All the faces only a madman could carry

  All the maniacs I tried to keep within

  They crept within my mind

  They tried to swallow my soul

  And they succeeded

  To fight them all I couldn't anymore

  One by one the mirrors began to shatter

  And they swarmed me

  And they tore my soul apart

  And I became a man with a thousand faces

  Feelings

  They overwhelm me

  They keep me bound

  I cannot hold them anymore

  These feelings drive me mad

  I just want to empty my mind

  To forget everything and start anew

  I just want to live my life

  Without these feelings that keep me down

  Someone to talk to

  Have you ever talked to yourself in the dead of the night

  Just talked and didn't care if anyone would hear you

  Talked to yourself about all your problems

  Talked to the one inside of you in hopes he would make it all better

  I did it many times under the moonlit sky

  As I sat alone on a bench made of stone

  I talked to my inner self and he always listened

  He was the only one that ever listened

  I didn't care if they would proclaim me crazy

  This society that rejected me and threw me into darkness

  That forced me to hid behind the stars

  This society could never understand my feelings

  The one inside me was the only one who ever could

  And so I talked and talked to him

  And he patiently listened and listened

  As the world around us began to slowly wither away

  Blanket made of mist

  It gently falls upon the city

  This blanket made of mist

  And I watch it in awe

  As it surrounds me and makes me invisible

  I glide through this beautiful mist

  Not knowing where I'm going

  I just glide and enjoy in this peace

  As the mist makes me blind to the evil of this world

  I cannot see the wicked deeds of men

  I can only see the purity of the mist

  And evil cannot see me

  As I finally find serenity in this world of depravity

  The long road ahead

  I walk this dark road without end

  Wondering myself how did I end up here

  I remember myself being in a car

  And a very bright light ahead of me

  But now there is no light

  Not even the stars on the sky

  But somehow I can see this road

  On which I walk upon with my bare feet

  And as I walk people from my life appear

  They glow with some divine light

  One by one they come and talk to me

  About the decisions I made in my life

  They tell me where I went wrong

  They tell me it's not too late

  They speak and speak for what feels a century

  And I walk this road without stopping for a moment

  And then it appears in front of me

  A tunnel from which comes light so pure

  I step into the tunnel and the light embraces me

  And I open my eyes as a different man

  The pictures on the wall

  These pictures on the wall bleed

  In this house that is my creed

  The pictures of my family

  And of my wife Emily

  I had to kill all of them

  I created a
ll this mayhem

  In this wicked house

  Where I was treated like a mouse

  And now I drown in their blood

  Please forgive me God

  But I just couldn't take it anymore

  Please stop all this gore

  The tormented orchestra

  Under the stick made of bone

  A choir of screams performed

  A music so beautiful to the wicked ones

  A music so carefully composed by the most wicked one

  They screamed and screamed in unison

  As they were being cut by razors and saws

  These people without hands and legs

  This orchestra that drowned in torment

  The most wicked one composed music so dreary

  With this orchestra he carefully built for years

  It was his dream since he first heard the most chilling scream

  His dream from the day he slaughtered his entire family

  And as their screams echoed throughout the hall

  The wicked ones celebrated the most wicked one

  The most wicked one released a tear

  While the orchestra drowned in them

  Dames of the night

  You can see them during the night

  Standing in the streets

  Patiently awaiting and flirting

  With men seeking the warmth of flesh

  And you can see them driving off with those men

  To grant them unimaginable pleasures

  And you can see them coming back

  But those men you will never see anymore

  This dread within you

  I have seen such dread at the bottom of your soul

  I have it seen through your eyes filled with despair

  What terror has consumed your life

  For you to carry such evil deep within

  Horrors in the mist

  What horrors dwell in the mist

  Is it my imagination or is it real

  This madness consumes my mind

  And these visions shatter my sanity

  This mist slowly consumes this wicked world

  Bringing nothing but dread into our minds

  And there is no way to escape from it

  We can only drown together in an ocean of insanity

  The princess and vengeance

  Body full of scars

  Lies under the stars

  On the cold gray stone

  It is her eternal throne

  Beneath her he bows

  To find her killer he wows

  His eyes full of rage

  His soul trapped in a vengeful cage

  His love she was once

  They both loved to dance

  They enjoyed in summer evenings

  They loved all the living things

  And then the dark figure came

  And it had no shame

  In taking an innocent life

  With its silver knife

  His lost his princess

  To a thing from utter darkness

  So he decided to have her avenged

  And this vengeance made him deranged

  Withering rose

  And as this rose withers away

  Your death made my mind go astray

  Death has taken you into its embrace

  And then laughed directly into my face

  There is no life for me when you aren't in it

  This candle on your grave for you I lit

  In hopes of seeing your ghost

  Without you I'm lost

  Gothilibrium

  There is this library somewhere beneath the ocean

  That speaks of all the dreaded things in this world

  And about all of the worlds beyond

  In which dwell things from our worst nightmares

  And this library runs a librarian so old

  Older than this galaxy in which he now dwells

  These books he keeps in order

  And tries to restore sanity to those who read them

  And whoever wants to read them

  Has to ask a simple question

  And then enter this vast library

  Where reason does not exist