Foscor Those Horrors Wither 1. Whirl of Dread Leaving all my deamons back Still seems the sky covered by black clouds Are these faces all my bag Or prisions from I've never really scaped Crawling under horrors often fails Stale hangovers, sight watching high and then fragile blossoms falling Whirl of dread, whirl of dread How use the feral shiver left behind Its inner cadence set my cry Or slough then to dusting life The shiver left behind Swarm over there, so strong fellows Watch from a bursting sky All feared seals, fell on my head wound And fill the pain thru my eyes How long I should the hide My loss, not face the dark, transforms Crippled mind, still even being sly One drift through the luricking lies Wielding the fear, wearing a simple rag Tangled whirl, not to smother my stare But enshrines the pledge Faint lapse is life Thin blind guide, awful nest Always a bleak lore 2. Addiction With the senses laid in the ground I can feel the strongest desire And slow down time With the fences reclaiming regard I feel tight and slight the real player A dose I know Lazy nights, unfriendly sites Children, your father sometimes dies Your father sometimes flies, children Children, your father sometimes dies Regain a morbid essence Plucked all wordly aims The lone good felt is A credance to survive To snare the addiction slide Sullen stay, distressing need hence sore Loser worm, the addictions sign The addictions humble sign Children, wait here please, let me taste your smile 3. Senescència Riu la senescència, vés no em mori mai Viurem prou temps Intens esclat amb el sol Un temor s'atança Malaurada claror Del temps crec no adonar-me'n prou si resto dret Cingles d'avidesa semblen buidar l'horror L'aridesa del món empeny l'horitzó Dins un altre dialeg de sords No el pretenc allà on jo sigui, desfer Ni posseir el que no sóc, si no hi sóc Cada dia un mal de nou Un nou dia, una vida enfront dorm No hi ha mal que esbotzi el cor Si al darrer tomb m'acarona la mort Riu la senescéncia, vés no em mori mai 4. L.amor.t Amb la recança de ser un ésser trist i fràgil Com permets el viure així al seu costat Escapces la veritat, l'amor un fum lloat Relegues el preu d'uns lligams forts Creu-te posseídor d'un bé preuat No! No hi veus el mal? O aprens a furgar al cor del teu desig Resta encegat pel suau engany Passeges un camí equivocat L'anhel et torna tendre La cruesa del coneixe't un instant Falseja el teu neguit Sembla un fermall Ferides sense sang, i escenes que fan mal, si Relegues el preu d'uns lligams forts Creu-te que l'amor l'esquivarà, no! Ferides sense sang, escenes que fan mal El desencant Podràs entendre l'amor si et centres Mentres vulguis ser i no tenir Vulguis, no tenir! No hi veus el mal Sembla un fermall La mort pot fer-te veure al plaer... 5. Those Horrors Wither Bless them, those horrors set a chill inside Death line marks a rush ahead The gaze backwards claims the freedom Sway onwards, can't unfold my I Fear to be scared can evolves in a lie The mass hides Primary instincts reveal a new cusp Rejoice the blind god that word writes And ride across the swarm A shameful moral hole Primary instincts are virtuous darts They have the keys of life and death Remain intact for those who face truth Frail being struggling out exist Darkness... anxiety and fear rise The wrenching love... renew desires and voids Unknown... awe the agressions around The lingering sigh... discipline of the growth control Look me, learn me, concludes the fire Those horrors makes me strong 6. Graceful Pandora Riures vora el món... Riures... L'encís espanta, d'un cos L'alè distant atia el foc L'afany d'un guany que arriba al fons Bateguen dubtes sense sang L'horitzó és un mar de fang Semblen lliures Encesa fam d'infant, simple astúcia La vida és lluita enmig de mals Lligams que ens fan ser mortals 7. To Strangle a Ghost The disease of who can never get, the reason and grasp Extended limbs and silent scenes Touch of shoulder, your innocence lost Treambling cold hands Reclaim a further fate Oh ghost, set your destination frame Bless, the foul aim Break, and sera then the unconscious pain Reclaim a further fate Oh ghost, let abide the rules of worldly mire Pray, one word I can't explain Control again away Living on shallow soils, the smoke flows high A ghostly wire calls, dreaming... This is your dose of nicotine A simple act that makes you fell strangle ghosts Dreaming all controlled Despite of fears, despite not being poised Living wrapped in remorse Those childish eyes can't even hide the flop