Well, at the moment my style of lyrics is changing a lot; they are getting very pessimistic and depressive at times and more and more reflect myself. I think that here I can find some people that are interested in pretentious music and who can definitely give me some objective and constructive feedback. I would appreciate every comment! Please don't only look at how it sounds but also consider the meaning of the texts cause this is quite important to me, as I already mentioned it's quite personal stuff. So here you are one of my newest texts. (Shit, I have to learn growling
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Dusk Of Insanity
by Domson
October...
Time of birth, time of sorrow
Where the gloom of autumn hides the years
I missed the date of my wishes'
Funeral
Cold beams of a lying sun
Pretending warmth to its followers
Up in the hopeless skies above
I am lost within
Nights cover the whole day
While suppressing any sense
Clouds close the gate to hopes and dreams
I am losing hopes and dreams
The puppets killed me without a hand
I die without losing my life
If someone told me I was alive
I would declare him insane, but who?
Who is insane in this, the source
Of all insanity? It's me...
Oh death, come with your gracious pinions
And carry me away from knowledge
Take my consciousness to the judge
Let me leave the darkened lights
Of this desolate jail
Let the burdens rest forever
December...
Time of death, time of redemption
Where the spirit of winter takes a life
I missed the right way to love
Now it's too late, leave me alone to my
Funeral

Dusk Of Insanity
by Domson
October...
Time of birth, time of sorrow
Where the gloom of autumn hides the years
I missed the date of my wishes'
Funeral
Cold beams of a lying sun
Pretending warmth to its followers
Up in the hopeless skies above
I am lost within
Nights cover the whole day
While suppressing any sense
Clouds close the gate to hopes and dreams
I am losing hopes and dreams
The puppets killed me without a hand
I die without losing my life
If someone told me I was alive
I would declare him insane, but who?
Who is insane in this, the source
Of all insanity? It's me...
Oh death, come with your gracious pinions
And carry me away from knowledge
Take my consciousness to the judge
Let me leave the darkened lights
Of this desolate jail
Let the burdens rest forever
December...
Time of death, time of redemption
Where the spirit of winter takes a life
I missed the right way to love
Now it's too late, leave me alone to my
Funeral