NOCTURNAL DEPRESSION LYRICS

demo: "Soundtrack For A Suicide" (2005)

Voices From Inside The Rope Circling My Neck Springtime Depression Manchmal wenn sie schlft Astre de nuit

album: "Nostalgia Fragments Of A Broken Past" (2006)

And Fall The February Snow A Life To Suffer Intermezzo Pt. I Fragments Of The Past... Suicidal Metal Anthems Intermezzo Pt. II ...Lie Broken And Lifeless Nostalgia In My Dreams

demo: "Four Seasons To A Depression" (2006)

Fjaer (Spring) Sommer (Summer) Host (Autumn) Vinter (Winter)

album: "Soundtrack For A Suicide Opus II" (2007)

Anthem To Self-Destruction The Stars Lightening My Path Bonus Join Me With Suicide Hear My Voice... Kill Yourself

album: "Reflections Of A Sad Soul" (2008)

The Whispering Spectrum Fading Away In The Fog Solitude And Despair Her Ghost Haunts These Walls Nevica

album: "The Cult Of Negation" (2010)

Credo negativo They We're All Better Off Dead Home Asylum Dead Children The Cult Of Negation

1. Voices From Inside

2. The Rope Circling My Neck

3. Springtime Depression
[Forgotten Tomb cover] [instrumental]

4. Manchmal wenn sie schlft

[Nargaroth cover] Manchmal wenn Sie schlft, wage ich nicht zu mden, denn im Tod ist Zeit genug um auszuruhen. Meine Blicke fallen auf Sie und meine Gedanken beginnen neue Pfade zu begehen... Manchmal wenn Sie schlft denke ich an Trume, die Ihr selbst im Schlaf keinen Frieden geben. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft sehe ich die Schatten, die Sie hinter Ihren Lidern jagen. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft rufe ich den Regen, der sanft auf Sie hernieder fllt. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft, tropft er dann auf Ihr Gesicht, um Ihre rotgeweinten Augen zu khlen. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft rauscht wilder Wein, und wilder Efeu deckt Sie zu. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft lege ich Ihr blaue Astern aufs Herz. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft bin Ich der Regen, der auf Sie hernieder fllt. Und manchmal wenn Sie schlft riecht Ihr Haar, wie frisch gefallenes Laub. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft fllt weiter der Regen, und so braucht Sie nicht zu weinen. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft fllt weiter das Laub,

und so braucht Sie nicht zu fallen. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft denke ich an's Meer, das Macht besitzt, doch kein Erbarmen wei. Manchmal wenn Sie schlft enthllt dann ein Blitz ein Lcheln, das (vielleicht) endlich Frieden verspricht.

5. Astre de nuit

1. And Fall The February Snow

2. A Life To Suffer

3. Intermezzo Pt. I Fragments Of The Past...

4. Suicidal Metal Anthems

5. Intermezzo Pt. II ...Lie Broken And Lifeless

6. Nostalgia
And once again despair is kissing me With her cold ghostly lips

My own destruction is leading me to my grave That I digged for many times And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought Forgotten, sad, miserable shit As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories You've broken us, piece by piece The score of my soundtrack is written by blood Music of suicide written in red I did it myself, my wrists are also opened And like my tears, it's cascading Everything has been lost behind us On my knees, hands on my face The sun is appearing into the spring morning Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust Now you don't care about him You live on the other side of feelings But our February snow Is now covering my lifeless body

7. In My Dreams

3. Host (Autumn)
Tears are falling like sad autumn Leafs Time is wasted you've destroyed everything around us Sadness is embracing me with his cold Arms Suicide is leading me, you are the Reason to my End Depression rise again from the Bottom of my Soul Desecration of my Heart, sentenced to Death Sorrow is kissing me with her poisoned Lips Sorrow embracing me and leading me to my Grave

1. Anthem To Self-Destruction
I have seen my death in your eyes you are the most important suffering The cleansing of humanity has begun suicide is a way to the end

Everyone must have inspirations For ending his shitty life Everything around you can be used Just search in your mind The anthem to self-destruction will sound eternally

2. The Stars Lightening My Path

3. Bonus
[Hidden track]

4. Join Me With Suicide

5. Hear My Voice... Kill Yourself

Hear my voice into your head, don't try to stop it The poison streaming into your veins is me The cold you can feel is my revenge You're just a scum, a creeping filth, you inspire hate Take this poisoned blade or are you So cunt that you can't end your life? Everyone has the right to kill himself Families and friends are only excuses It's stupid to say, I want to die When you don't have the courage to kill yourself I watch your blood flowing to my feet I smile watching you creeping like the worm you are

And your eyes are watching me asking for help The only thing you'll receive will be my foot on your face These blades are tearing me and killing me Your hand try to reach me asking for help So fucking sad human are you enjoying it? Hear my voice and fucking kill yourself now

1. The Whispering Spectrum

Midnight's bell rings, the air is becoming rolder Sounds of sadness reaching me Each night I hear their whispers I feel their sorrow, their lost souls All around me they stay Their laments trapped here, all sounds, all tear I can hear them, crying to me I can see them, searching for help I can feel them, their cold spectral hands The whispering spectrum is standing next to you Some screams of suffering Coming from the depths of darkness I rise each day, each night, Walking silently among you Your breath turns cold, as you cover yourself But even those things can't hear you I'm not alone there, around you in this piece You know it we are all your past errors Hear my words, do what I tell you See the death you gave birth Feel the sorrow that you hide I'm the whispering spectrum, to be free kill yourself

2. Fading Away In The Fog

Dead under a night sky I am And I gaze to these shooting stars My eyes contemplate them As my strength fades away All around me I feel nature moving

Wolves tearing the curtain of night As the cold rise on my corpse My soul is walking towards his deliverance Lacerate my body to set him free I get up from the natural ground The darkness splendor I look behind me, I find my body the wrists open A path covered of snow opens in front of me I see far away a light I will never reach The fog is rising from the soil Some spectral people appear They lead me far away from this place of suffering I know each one of them They are my sad memories from my past Take me away from all of them Their presence is insupportable Take me away from my sadness I killed myself to flee you all Why don't you leave me alone? Let me alone! Let my spirit fade away in the fog

3. Solitude And Despair

4. Her Ghost Haunts These Walls

My hands are caressing the stones Their coldness piercing my skin and creeping to my heart The obscurity mixing black and gray My blinded eyes open theirs Everything there is full of sorrow Everything there is crying Forever lost I I I I take take take take your your your your hands; hands; hands; hands; I follow you to a better place let me stay by your side I follow you to a better place let me stay with you

Among these ruins of our life I walk slowly, sufferings tearing me Flashes hurt my mind I see you everywhere, I can't forget you The rain is falling out, the wind is whispering The world's turning dark, the ambient cold I feel your presence, your arms around me Your head on my back I killed myself to join you

5. Nevica
La notte cade e lamenti si alzano Su questo suolo di pietra, Inizio il mio lungo sonno I flash del mio passato, Visioni nere del mio futuro Qualche cosa che non arriver Le tue parole hanno lacerato la mia pelle Dirigesti la lama che mi uccideva Le pietre strappavano le mie mani Queste cicatrici di sofferenza riaperte per sanguinare Lacrime nate dalla tristezza, Gridi dal dolore Ritorna il tuo ricordo e testimoni la mia decadenza Nevica, l'inverno copra il mio corpo La bellezza della sua purezza nasconda il mio viso Il mio corpo ripugnante intrappolando un'anima scura Diffusando delle sue sensibilit negative Nevica, nessuna emozione ne rammarico Ho ucciso e sepolto tutto di te I venti freddi stanno soffiando Infine la mia anima lascia il vostro posto Nevica... Riflesso di un'anima triste maledetta su questa terra Quest'orribile viso di mostro E' quello che hai fatto I sogni sono un luogo di protezione Dove I sentimenti non possono ferire Io sono l'orribile cosa che li fanno diventare incubi

Io sono morto, io giaccio su un posto dimenticato Io sono morto e sepolto lontano da te Io sono vicino a te, io sono vicino a te La tua fredda paura sono io Guardi lo specchio e contempli il mio riflesso Il riflesso di un'anima triste Nevica, l'inverno ha coperto il mio corpo Niente mi intrappola in questo posto Esisto come un pensiero spettrale Quello che vi guida verso la vostra distruzione Nevica, nessuna emozione ne rammarico La gioia sar proibita Una nuova era di sentimenti negativi si alza Nevica...

1. Credo negativo

2. They
They offer us the blades that tear with pleasure our flesh And every strife carves their influence on our minds We live with this suffering, a fall into depression The self-mutilation pushes us towards the meaning of our beings They decrease us all the time until we reach the state of shit And every word molest our faces into wounds We take all verbal injuries and keep them inside The inner rottenness feed the ulcer, bleeding fear They die, one after one, cause this is all they deserve And the smell of powder mixed to their blood is intoxicating We bear the guns and load the bullets blasting their heads We're children of Despair

and priest of negation We We We We are them offer your blades and break your minds load your guns and press the relaxation are them and command your death

3. We're All Better Off Dead

I'm drowning into the waters of the oversight shadows embracing me and the cold devouring me cause all of you had illustrated the insignificance of being A life withour values, a useless thing No one likes us or you above or under when you'll break the chains and open your eyes, reject their words We are nothing than empty wrecks sinking down and reaching the depths into an ocean of despair We are worthless lives lead by our sufferings Think about our existence: we are all better off dead I was born with stigmata on hand and I use it to feed your hate May you think to hurt me but you're human crap that I manipulate What we've done, our experiences and past memories Are carved on our skins as scars of an inner tormented suffering We are nothing than empty wrecks, we are worthless lives We're all better off dead

4. Home Asylum
Welcome to a world of pain where no feelings burn All my youth are lying on the prison of their minds A dark corner full of dust, lightless and closed Their laments and cries for only friends Hiding on solitude, forgotten by all

The pleasure of pain and heat of their blood Trapped and forsaken, suicidal thoughts When children born their first toys are razorblades They get the knife as the inner suffering explode out And let its grim tongue lick their skins They carve with pain on their arms The death-desire and their love of pain Blood streaming on the ground from wounds With tears and sounds of loneliness They lacerate their faces to destroy ugliness "Free me from this life" On corridors, behind dusty walls Some bodies rot and the ground is gorged of blood Guns embracing hands on a last union They sleep forever, a bullet for brain All around you can only hear screams and cries "Enjoy the pleasure of life"

5. Dead Children
Spread your hate Some dead children with burnt skins Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks A heavy and suffocating atmosphere Mixing sulphur and dust with the smell of cadavers They dance among the ruins, among human corpses Hand in hand, they enjoy their despair Angels of misery...rise... As they heard a move, they stop their game Their lifeless eyes gazing to me crows are stopping their flights and vultures their lunch All of them found in me their new target claws and kicks are beating me Violating my bitter body I scream and enjoy this suffering Till my blood color the ground From above, the black snow is falling around me Lost and mutilated in a world I can't understand The children laugh about my own misery

Spread your wings, angels of misery

6. The Cult Of Negation