Autumnal Melancholy
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Astral projection to the stars and beyond To a cold and mysterious vortex Transcending mental landscapes to the void The cloudless sky unfolds the portal of fear Out of body experience returns to this broken shell What is reality anymore? The nightmares? The relentless hate? Or being at one with your cold lonely soul? Studying these creatures all these years drives you insane For life is always everlasting pain The astral body wanders still in never ending wilderness Of thought, spirit and desolate forests Darkness enshrouds the frozen withered moon in silhouettes Casting through the spectral trees, falling on your knees Unable yo run away from the figure in black Following your every dream, you're every thought Squirming its negative aura into your diseased mind Not even the void and cloudless sky is your escape From all the pessimistic fears announced through the years Of solitude, pain and despondency... Loneliness, darkness and mesmerist tears drowning... Coldness, desolation and transcending tears clouding...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Bleak visions of social interactions intertwined with anxious screams Hidden in the deepest darkest forest high in the hills Rotting cabin, the dwelling for the cynical recluse Mysteries of the dark, the nights telepathy entrancing... Majestic planes of deep contemplation embedded into his spyche The hermit journeys on throughout the night And the shadows creep and linger there... Cold and desolate, in beathly silence A billion worlds to explore wandering the wilderness Connected to the thinkers way of life Tunnels elapse everywhere, the portals of darkness opens Shape-shifting spectres hover over head Dead space, a sigh of relief from you know who... Drifting breeze, chilling trees and a window to nefaria Collapsing and echoing shrieks, reverberated cry Psychedelic colours mixed with black aura return Returning back from the journey to his hut in the trees Entagled branches embrace this haven in the hills Cleansed of the struggle of the past The old man sleeps in solitude and comfort once more...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Every reason bringeth despondency anew Lugubrious harm in the evening gloom Reality changing, surrealism fading Revealing the foreboding rentless doom Their visages melting in the eerie dawn All hope of unity with these retcherd souls now gone Trepidation grasping, loneliness everlasting Content a solitory spirit with the void as one Nature hibernating as the forest withers and falls Into slumber, I hear the thunder and the distant calls Every reason to be sad every reason to be mad Unable to let go of unwelcomed sorrow Dreary days, broning nights of melancholy unfolds For there is alwas a story of depression to be told Refreshing are the Autumnal mourns For ice thoust cover the frost new born Hidden forests, hiding secrets admist the trees Spirits linger, ghostly whisper emanating from the breeze Darkened evening of mysterious resplendence elapse Into a trance of the night into Gaia's embrace Lights flickering in the silhouetted forest Shapes appearing formation, shadows casting there eveil glare I stare beyond the forest and see the end of eternity A desolate landscape of emptiness, all life gone all is bare
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Lost in your fragmented psyche shattered and torn Wandereing aimlessly in solitude forever more Misery and pain afflicting your emotions Falling to your knees you scream and cry... Utter loneliness more confusion haunting hallucinations Psychedelic despair moaning in sorrow Enigmatic forest growing leading to nowhere A puzzled sigh crawling in agony The past forgotten all traces erased the emptiness haunts Lingering shadows, despised faces laugh in return Echoing shrieks falling into the abyss of fire Harrowing surreal voices multiply There is no light at the end of the tunnel for you No escaping the nightmare which you have built upon yourself A fortress of sequestering differences from the norm Sad are the trees they feel your sentience Creepily the branches grow, elapsing as they entagle you Rapaciously feeding on your anxieties Tightening, suffocating breathing now shallow The end is near, the eternal black fog casts upon you...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026