Gorath

Suppress My Grief

Gorath


On the wings of the black emperor 
Made of the remnants of the grief 
It fills the bitter patient desire 
You can't suppress 

Attack - Dead soldiers - Attack - Sons of hate 
Attack - Dead soldiers - Attack - Hell is here 

Shapeless thoughts cleave the heart 
An empty silence - Broken tear 
You've seen the rebirth of today 
He has announced his comeback 

Sky blows over fast 
One by one see I them vanish 
Points of light in a black abyss 
Bitter grief is the paint on the wall 
A hole, huge desire too strong to go on 

Come again! 

Fraternized with your spirit 
Full expressions in the art 
Losing one's way in a maze 
One pure breathe 

Years passed until we realised 
No more can we do 
Defend against the enemy 
You were not there 

Sky blows over fast 
One by one see them vanish 
Is the paint on the wall? 
A hole, huge desire too strong to go on