Damnation Suite I. Bloodstained Snowfield


Down a black forest...
There's a snowfield which was stained with crimson blood
That was the empty blank an old lad looked down at
That was the lonely canvas which drew by despairs

He suffered from diseases which doesn’t reaches wills
And the lad was forsaken from all...
The lad drew curious stares from people laughing at
Deluge of impulse, and became a scapegoat

Anathematic chains of primeval time
Beckon into an abyssal underneath
In the snowfield dying red by innocent blood
Black woods stand still on a submontane space

When lining walls of the distraught psyche screams
He buried under snows trumbling down
His saddend soul was shots by callous bullets
The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood
The voice of pain veins out by the blizzard
Endless barrages deter him
The cold blizzard takes all in and freezes him
The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood

So he's in the grips of this damnatory fate and the endless karma
Even if throws off them, they gather around him
Though he wishes extrication...
So he's in the grips of this damnatory space and the reaper
Even if throws off them, they assault him
Though he wishes abdication...

War-torn blood creeped on snow and drew a red glacier
There was named "Bloodstained Snowfield"

Surrendered injured soldiers bind on ruins
Flames of execution is burning out, burning out them all...
The pillbox on snow that silence of death visits at
Combat vehicles squashing all flesh and
She gathers her child and is sobbing
She is singing undirected cradlesongs

When lining walls of the distraught psyche screams
He buried under snows trumbling down
His saddend soul was shots by callous bullets
The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood
The voice of pain veins out by the blizzard
Endless barrages deter him
The cold blizzard takes all in and freezes him
The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood

So he's in the grips of this damnatory fate and the endless karma
Even if throws off them, they gather around him
Though he wishes extrication...
So he's in the grips of this damnatory space and the reaper
Even if throws off them, they assault him
Though he wishes abdication...

“Disease which doesn’t reaches any will
The lad suffering from the disease was forsaken
He draws curious stares and becomes a scapegoat
He was at the mercy of the eroded disease”

(Tears gush from voids... Grief gush from voids...)
(Hymn gush from voids... Scream gush from voids...)

The imagined hope is gone
Future was collapsed lamely
Darkness of conflict crossing sobs and angers
Shattered dream takes my oxygen

“The lad who was at a loss once
He felt despairs about own loneliness and future
And stares in hollow look the snowfield
which doesn’t reflects any hopes”

“The snowfield became an anathematic fixed landscape
There was the lonely lad who became
a standing statue has been standing on... “

Even if he flees to further away
The hope is lacerated, put bullets in him
The debilitated body is turned to the field
Can't he reverses this unforgiving fate?
He is taken back to the snowfield again
By the endless interference
When the mind exceeds a permitted value
The host's consciousness crashed as silence

When this inner sky finally cracked, the ground also cracked,
Everything slips out the wall of crevasse leading into hell

Chaos and deep cracks are spreading out
Ruins and corpses are slipping out
Behold, what's the things that comes running out of under the dark?
Behold, how long should the lad be crying out?

Behold...

While I'm gazing the sky drifting further away
And am embraced in dark of death sinking down on
Debris floating on the air, even the imagined future
Everything is swallowed by the ringent hole

And the darkness invites him...

“Down a black bottom...
There's darkness of insanity and awaits a vistant...”