Lyrics for "NIETZSCHE'S ABYSS"
01 - The Mirrors
There is a mirror. (Mirros a reflection)
A reflection.
No reason, just motion —
It’s me… or so I think. (so, so, so, so I think)
Mirrors all around me,
They scream — deafening voices.
They moan, they bend beneath the eyes, (yes, my eyes, your eyes)
No reason, no motion — only mirrors.
A dome of mirrors,
Millions of mirrors.
How many faces? (Human faces)
How much madness? (Am I crazy?)
The cry, the wail, the tear, the abyss.
The abyss — I see no mirror now,
I only see the fall. (fall, fall, fall, fall, fall)
I’m falling,
Falling into the dark.
A voice, (No reason, no motion — only mirrors)
A scream, (I only see the fall)
A whisper for help —
Help me!
(Help me)
(Help me)
(Help me)
02 - The Abyss
I fell —
and the mirrors broke.(mirrors)
No faces now,
(no eyes),
no world to echo me. (world)
The fall had no end, (end time)
only weightless time,
only the hum (only)
of something that once was me.(nothing)
No screams, (no)
no whispers, (no)
no motion — (no)
just silence, (no)
the kind that burns.
(no) (no) (no)
I call…
but my voice
returns to no one.
There is no sky,
no sound,
no God,
no reflection.
Only I —
and I am nothing.
and I am nothing.
A prayer dissolves, (prayer)
a word unspoke (Word)
a shadow without form. (shadow)
Help me!
Help me
Help me
Help me
No screams, (no)
no whispers, (no)
no motion — (no)
just silence, (no)
the kind that burns.
(no) (no) (no)
I call…
but my voice
returns to no one.
There is no sky,
no sound,
no God,
no reflection.
Only I —
and I am nothing.
A prayer dissolves, (prayer)
a word unspoke (Word)
a shadow without form.
Help me!
Help me
Help me
Help me
03 - Under the Cypress
There is no light here.
No reflection, no fall —
only the ground beneath the soul.
The dark breathes.
The forest moves.
Twisted trees whisper my name,
their roots feed on the silence I became.
I walk —
but every path folds into itself,
a circle of shadow,
a spiral of thought.
Where is the crowd?
Where are the faces that swore to see the depth?
They stood at the edge,
but never jumped.
Only soil,
only silence,
only me —
the last witness
of my own descent.
And still,
in this chaos of trees,
I listen…
for something that will never call my name again.
The dark breathes.
The forest moves.
They speak of sorrow,
but never drown.
They search for roses
under the cypress —
but there are none.
Only soil,
only silence,
only me —
the last witness
of my own descent.
And still,
in this chaos of trees,
I listen…
for something that will never call my name again.
The dark breathes.
The forest moves.
04 - Child Of The Northern Veil
Silent dawn upon the moorland sky
A secret cradle breathes, no voice, no cry
Hidden hands have carried forth the flame
Born to bear the shadow of the name
Through the letters, through the stone
Echoes bind her blood alone
Northward winds conceal the tale
Child beneath the northern veil
Fields of eastern hush conceal the sign
Whispers guard the ancient bloodline
Eyes of nightward stars will know her face
Bound to walk the circle and the place
Through the letters, through the stone
Scriptures burn, the oath is sown
Northward winds conceal the tale
Child beneath the northern veil
Destined silence, destiny heard
Light in the curse, a forgotten word
Time will fold the path unseen
Child of shadow, child between.
05 - Hymn to the Void
No light remains,
yet all is light.
The stars have drowned
in their own fire.
The heavens collapse —
not in rage,
but in grace.
Silence holds the universe,
like a mother without a child.
O endless night,
O sacred void,
your beauty is the wound that breathes.
In nothingness, I see it all —
the dance of dust,
the fall of suns,
the birth of nevermore.
There are no gods,
only echoes of our need for them.
There is no heaven,
only the echo of our gaze.
And the stars sing softly:
“Nothing matters,
and that is divine.”
06 - After the Fall
"I woke to see the sun again,
but it had no warmth."
(but it had no warmth)
no warmth (no warmth)
Streets were silent,
and faces were masks of stone.
I walked among them —
a ghost,
a prophet without a word,
a man reborn without a heaven.
After the fall,
there is only the breath.
After the gods,
there is only the will.
And I —
a fragile dawn,
still learning how to rise.
The world is vast,
too vast for prayers,
too small for meaning.
But still… I walk.
I walked among them —
a ghost,
a prophet without a word,
a man reborn without a heaven.
After the fall,
there is only the breath.
After the gods,
there is only the will.
And I —
a fragile dawn,
still learning how to rise.
In the absence of light,
I found my sight.
In the shadow of God,
I became my own..
07 - Silence Is the Last God
The stars have turned away.
The wind forgot my name.
No prayers,
no echoes —
just breath,
and dust,
and nothing more.
There is peace
in the collapse.
There is grace
in the forgetting.
We are the silence
that remains
after all songs end.
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
(“Aaaah — Eeeeh — Ooooh”)
Yes, yes, yes,
Silence is the last god.
Yes (no), yes (no), yes (no)
The last silence...