On the Way Back

Instrumental

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

I knew from people's eyes the darkness of their will (Oh, no!) I knew from people's eyes they couldn't stop to kill (Oh, no!) Still expecting winter chill... I couldn't see so far! Sun is burning guilt 'n'wisdom. Fire across the sky. Sun is breaking down the Earth, blowing us away. I want to know, tell me now, why can't we die any more? In this land of eternal drought, why are we all immortal? solo guitar No time for dreaming, no more. Burnt trees and wasted lands... Sun is burning guilt 'n'wisdom. Fire across the sky. Sun is breaking down the Earth, blowing us away.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

How many times did you say “goodbye” meaning “never more”? Nunca mas (ooooh), Never more. Of course, I heard the trumpet. I saw all the signs. Easy to see, all around me... still so hard to believe! This darkness is so deep, Too many promises I've left I'll never keep. Oh, my Lord, I've tried, I swear to follow your words. I failed, I know, still it seems so unfair, leaving for nowhere. This darkness is so deep, Too many promises I've left I'll never keep. Ready for the end – ready to go? You had a chance – You let it go. Ready for the end – ready to go? Did you say all you had to say? Did you say “No”? Obviously, there are things I regret. I thought I'd learnt how to cope but I can't forgive nor forget. Ironically, I had almost started to enjoy Now that past was far enough to be almost painless (at least) for me. Goodbye, my love, goodbye I'd have so much to say... Goodbye, my friends, goodbye, this will end today. This darkness is so deep, Too many promises I've left I'll never keep. I've tried, I've done my best so why can't I just lay and rest? Nunca mas – Never more Nunca mas – Never more Adieux...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

I saw thee on thy bridal day- When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee: And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see. That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame- As such it well may pass- Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas! Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush would come o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay; The world all love before thee.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

(A) four years old child dies in the playground, just an ordinary tragedy. (But,) explain it to his dad, 'cause I can't. I'm not (so) sure he wants to understand. Nothing to say, (ooh) when She comes, we move aside. Maybe I should pray (ooh) but I feel so cold inside. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Of course, what should we add? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust It is so plain'n'sad... Plain'n'sad. Hospital, somewhere. Glass's a pale stain, death a painless curtain. While a man lays there waits a child alone, for a dad not coming home. And the question is always the same, an useless:“why”? It feels so wrong, Maybe I should at least write down a song... I am so tired, Lord. So useless, so old. Return But I love so much this human kind, with all its (share of) pain. I can't just sit and wait to drain: I'll write a dream for them... I am so tired, Lord. So useless, so old. Return (There) must be a place, road, field or lane, where fathers and sons will meet again. Down the river's bed, to throw a stone and say: “Hey dad! ...look what I have done”.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Imagine a field, now imagine a man, standing silent, looking at his hands. All around spring and its scent. All around never ending lands. The old oak stands (oh) Winds and rain he withstands. He grows gra-apes, he mixes good wine. His wrinkles have the shape of a long painful line. He never cared 'bout the world, just lights a fire, if it gets cold. The old oak asks why Little men are passing by. Sometimes a woman comes around there. They don’t speak, each one gets his own share. Stars are shining, sun is bright. Darkness falls every night. He looks in her eyes, she stands and smiles. Words are worthless, an oak tree grows in silence and in silence dies. A field requires patience, refuses lies. Come back, don't fear, the trees will know if I wont be here. He looks in her eyes, she stands and smiles. Leaves are rotting slowly in the rain, raises fog from fields, sleeps the grain. Empty's the fireplace, ashes're cold burnt is the candle, lifes's on hold. Earth gives life, Earth takes it away, sadly sings a fay. The woman comes back, the door is open grass grows on the track. Not much to say, she understands spring's running down the strand. She asks the old oak the reasons why we are not meant to stay. (But) trees don't speak nor pray. None ever met the sower again. What happened is easy to guess. But if you've the heart of a child a spirit simple and clean you can see him dancing happy and wild with the southern wind.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Goddess breed, son of a demon-man. Almost human (not enough), ruler in Uruk you were. You scared those people so their gods they prayed. They wanted your death so they prayed. Gods listen, sometimes, and Enkidu came. Swords'n'axes freaks against the world, shoulder to shoulder, laughing at Ishtar. Fighting against Humbaba, Just a quest. Nothing could stop you two, None was strong enough but Death. Blind eyes of a dying friend, scary mirror indeed. Nothing more than a dead end, even gods may bleed. No place to hide when she calls. Run away from fate! Even a god rises and falls. She will always get you Through the walls. Utnapishtim, king of the deluge where do dreams go when a dreamer dies? Doom's flower slipped from, my tight hands. Now I just walk alone, tears dropping in the rain. Now I walk alone, with the rain, fading away. The dewdrop slips into the shining sea*! And so will be.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

(Father) it's easy to become like you. I long for your hand, you smash my face. This is the only love you hide. Skin heals but burns inside. Wasn't I a child? Evil's a flower growing fast'n'harsh. They deserve the blade, deserve the marsh. Debts have to be paid. Father - mother Let's play my game, Oh, don't be ashamed! Many secrets a soul can hide, there is darkness even in(to) the light. But revenge is my mine, none will ever (No!) Take it (a)way It is so easy, to become wild beasts. I warned you, Or didn't I? Shines a blade Into the night. Father - mother Let's play my game, Oh, don't be ashamed! It's giving back day... Black is the pit, Slowly grows the shade. Revenge's a blade, Quick and fit. Plays a child alone. under a bloody moon. Pale as a bone, walks through the dunes. It is too late...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Moonlight shines on your pale skin, night dwells in your hair, dark line where all begins. Tender'n'mystic is my life with you. Sweet and sick. Robin birds calling hidden between the trees. I linger around life longing for your breath. Frozen poisonous whisper, (last) cruel winter wind slowly kissing the clover.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Twenty eight steps I descended – in the dark Looking for the land of nightmares – 'n'living ghosts That molded rotten door I crushed – with a spark And down along the halls of darkness – I walked So far I've gone, I can't turn back! Lost is the track. I know she walks these creepy lands, I hear her laugh, I dream her hands. So sad was her smile, from far away, but heart is never wise. How could I know that all that blue and gray didn't belong to her eyes? So far I've gone, I can't turn back! Lost is the track. I know she walks these creepy lands, I hear her laugh, I dream her hands. I had to look on the other side, over the abyss' dirty edge, seeking for a glimpse of light down where light's forever dead. But I had to see her - again, I had no choice, nor a chance. She owned the key of my pain she threw it away - in the rain. Now, It would be good to know who am I and where I'll go. I am lost, But still one thing I know I had to call her name... oh, no... In a wood of sins and regrets wolves on my steps. Every breath is the last, I have to run, to be fast. Yes, her eyes were gray and her soul was lost. Now I know I couldn't bring her back to light. But Lord, you know I'd to try, it seemed so right...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

I'd rather like to die in Venice, city of deaths and regrets. Lightly suspended on the edge of re-a-li-ty, dream of marble and mud. I've a life to drown, forgive and forget, loves betrayed ('n') things undone. But now I long for one more cold kiss, like a dead man very last wish. I walk through alleys leading nowhere, shadows asking me how deep would be this sea...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026