Draconian
			Frozen Features

The Solitude
The Cry of Silence


The Solitude
(Lyrics by Susanne Arvidsson and Anders Jacobsson, Feb 2000)

While stars outspread the night-time watch
and wind through darkened treetops swirl;
I slowly bow my frozen features
in grief, in sadness and in woe…
in grief, in sadness and in woe.

In solitude forever!

Forever I see, forever I hear, forever I smell,
forever I taste and forever I feel the solitude…

No voice (no voice), no hand (no hand) of human source
can reach me (reach me) in this place…
though fallen (fallen) figures (figures) closely passes
and invites me (invites me) into somber dance…
this somber dance!

Cold and desolate my soul turns grey,
(and) alone I witness the neverending day.

My wasted dreams lie silent and dead
within this darkened tears I shed…
this darkened tears I shed.

In solitude forever!

So lonely I stand on this tortured cliff
hearing distant cosmic echoes calling;
beckons me to decline this withered beauty
and leave this lie to greet the night…
the night without an end.

The solitude…

This solitary life…
Maybe I should just end it all…
Yes, I should just end it all!

The Cry of Silence
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 29/9-1999 Edited 11/7, 27/7 and 6/8-2000)

Filled with sorrow…
Bleak inner self touched by pride,
devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.
Flowing pain…

Holding myself back in suspicion…
and lingering in the dust…
the dust of my abandoned remains.
Killed with the dagger of life…!

Such an exquisite pride in my suffering…
alone, all alone with the emotional
streams of my soul…
So real, so pure… yet i’m left aside
entangled in fear... without hope.

Raped by the light of the world…
Scorned, left behind and broken down…

I am truly left alone,
but somehow... just somehow
it feels like my loneliness is a victory
over the self-delusion of joy... and happiness.

My heart beats faster,
the anguish becomes clearer
and my misanthropic view gets stronger.
Living in the shadows…
so proud of being the one,
but desperate…
so desperate for a helping hand.
Do I really want to live this life?

I have a thousand reasons to die,
and many millions of tears to cry… in silence.
The human plague has emtied my life,
and I curse the day I was born… to this world!

Still, no-one else I ever want to be…
and no-one else I intend to be…
’cause no-one else I was meant to be!

I need, I want, I long for my retribution…
I need, I want, I yearn for my retribution…
I want my retribution… I want it now!

Unity; a gathering of open wounds,
of dark… of dark clean spirits…
what a dream… what a dream so distant!
Why should I… why should I be alone
when I love… when I love my brotherhood?
Shall I die… shall I die to be free
when I cry… when I cry in silence…
so please let me die in silence…
oh my god, let me die in silence!