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Enter The Gates
02:15
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Perpetual Darkness
05:04
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The emperor has opened his gates.
For my dark desires that I crave.
Piteous creatures infest this land.
Encouraging my thoughts and despair.
That wicked voice that whispers to me.
From the blackened halls.
Drawing me further into the realm.
The realm of the dark epoch.
Enforcing my darkest and regretful moments.
Flooding my psyche with this torment.
This river of pain is leading me a new path.
Where I will guide, the affliction that is deserved.
The emperor has opened his gates.
For my dark desires that I crave.
Piteous creatures infest this land.
Encouraging my thoughts and despair.
That wicked voice that whispers to me
Echoing down to the blackened hall.
Drawing me further into this realm.
The realm of the dark epoch.
The emperor has opened his gates.
With open arms to my grave.
I await my time for the perdition.
Where my lament will wallow away.
As the crows pick at what is left of me.
The ruin, that is I.
Will be home to the next Emperor.
For the Dark Epoch.
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I heed the fall of land.
At the fingertips of the dark lord.
Shadowing the long horizons.
With the grim cold face of death.
Forever feel the breeze.
As he spreads his blizzard wings.
Tyrants rule the mountains.
Leaving us to suffer the cold.
This malevolence is infecting me.
Poisonous to my fellow man.
Ride the storm to the high up mountains.
To kill he who lives in the depths.
Dissonance.
The sorrow.
Cognizance.
The veracity.
Pain.
And the rise of winter.
The Emperor to the Dark Epoch.
The era of frozen tides.
Has come knocking onto our doors.
With the fall of leaves at winter.
The tyrant arises from the depths.
This malevolence is infecting me.
Poisonous to my fellow man.
Ride the storm to the high up mountains.
To kill he who lives in the depths.
Dissonance
The sorrow.
Cognizance.
The veracity.
Pain.
And the rise of winter.
The Emperor to the Dark Epoch.
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4. |
Færwyrd
04:50
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I await the suns return from the darkened hell above.
For I have dwindled in the lament of the night.
Carvings on the déaþsele stone depicts the time I await.
Lost in a reverie, I roam through the haze.
As long lost memories are barging through the trees.
Enticing me to relive moments of despair.
I clench my urges for there is no way out.
The wind whistles death to me in sleep.
The fog is caressing its grasp around my neck.
The trees are constricting what is left of I.
Last day of light has been banished.
The time of Faerwyrd has arisen.
Anguishing my will to contest against.
I bathe in abhor of the Emperor.
Last day of light has been banished.
Where I forever roam the night.
Cursed, I can no longer await death.
I relieve myself of this empty life.
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6. |
The Elapse Of Sorrow
06:36
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Every existent hour I breathe.
I long for the day to end.
The enmity of my existence.
Has frozen the roots of my prosperity.
The twilight of my time.
Dawns my lament again.
The perpetual nightfall.
Continues the elapse of sorrow.
My aspirations shadow more each day.
Dejection begins to travel through my mind.
Hauling me deeper into the abyss beneath.
The twilight of my time.
Dawns my lament again.
The perpetual nightfall.
Continues the elapse of sorrow.
I cannot disregard your means to my quiddities.
Memories; I see vivid of you in my mind.
Eternally awning my vision and intelligence
Hauling me deeper into the abyss beneath.
The twilight of my time.
Dawns my lament again.
The perpetual nightfall.
Continues the elapse of sorrow.
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Weltschmerz
06:35
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My misery.
Lost and cold.
No answers to my call.
I wander the plains in search of solitude.
Yet I come to find I’m too far gone.
Amongst the shadows I stride.
Behind all closed doors I hide.
Avoiding the circle of social entrapment.
I’m alone inside my world of pessimistic misery.
I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.
Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.
I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.
and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.
Weltschmerz has consumed my mind.
Now a better view from the horizons.
Of a repugnant expectancy of life.
I’ve chosen to cross to the other side.
Where the wounds from my past.
Shall guide me through the malisons to come.
I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.
Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.
I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.
and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.
I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.
Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.
I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.
and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.
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Farrore Adelaide, Australia
Melodic Metal outfit from Adelaide, South Australia (2015 - 2021)
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