Lyrics
Behold the fifth quarter
Introduction to a mysterious and overlooked area
A district obscured and forgotten
A hidden district, lost in obscurity
Home of the restless shades
Residence of troubled spirits or souls
A heavy downpour
Intense rainfall
Waters both loathing and revulsion
Rainwaters representing strong negative emotions
All the strange people who dwell here
Inhabitants with peculiar characteristics
Human-like phantoms not born of woman
Spectral beings not born in the traditional sense
They drift through life with no will of their own
Existence without purpose or direction
Animated by an invisible current
Guided by an unseen force
There is no one alive capable of laughing
Lack of genuine laughter among the living
The innocent times are long time past
Loss of innocent times in the distant past
Walls speak softly through vibration, cracks and smear
Walls conveying messages through vibrations, cracks, and smears
Old images keep surfacing like ominous sigils
Reappearance of unsettling memories like mystical symbols
Noises and murmurs
Unidentified sounds and whispers
Withered laments
Expressions of faded sorrow
What an unexpected guest
Unexpected arrival of a guest with peculiar behavior
This is the way he behaves when he feels at home
Glimpse into the guest's true nature when comfortable
His book was speaking to me
The guest's book communicating with the narrator
Just as dreams can speak
Comparison of the book's communication to that of dreams
A crown of red wood, the impregnation of souls
A symbolic crown and the infusion of souls
Words streamed from the unseen mouth
Words flowing from an unseen source
Took on life and came towards me
Words gaining life and approaching the narrator
Alive yet without echoes
Entities with vitality but lacking impact or resonance
I can feel them drifting through me
Sensation of entities passing through the narrator
Alive yet without echoes
Entities alive but without lasting influence
I can feel them drifting through my very soul
Sensation of entities drifting through the narrator's soul
Darkness has the upper hand
Darkness prevailing in every aspect
A firm grip on every corner, every street
Complete control of darkness over the surroundings
Them houses outside
Exterior structures emanating disturbing sounds
Worn stone and dripping wood
Deteriorated buildings with unsettling characteristics
Emit incoherent howls
Buildings emitting incomprehensible cries
Nothing but a mere whisper
Only faint whispers crossing the perception threshold
Crosses the threshold of perception.
Minimal, elusive communication
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