Demons Of The Past

Echoes of Redemption: Confronting Demons in Taedifer's Melody
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Lyrics

I'm returning from the distant places

I've returned from distant places.

Back into warm arms of home

I'm back in the comforting embrace of home.

Over my village dark cloud of smoke rising

There's a dark cloud of smoke over my village.

Bad feelings inside has grown

Negative emotions inside me have intensified.

Smell of death fills my mouth

The smell of death is in my mouth.

With bittersweet certainty

With a bitter but certain feeling.

Running down the hill fast as a wind

Running down the hill swiftly like the wind.

Blood runs cold in me

There's a chilling feeling in my blood.

I can't stand that fate I will retaliate

I can't accept my fate; I will fight back.

Up there the hangman's eyes

At the gallows, the eyes of the hangman.

Reflecting dark sky

Reflecting a dark sky.

Necrotic limbs are falling down

Necrotic limbs are falling to the burning ground.

To the burning ground

Symbolizing a tragic event.

Stubborn thoughts are creeping in

Unyielding thoughts are entering my mind.

That I'm the only one

Suggesting a feeling of isolation.

Who caused great tragedy

Implying personal responsibility for a great tragedy.

Such evil I have done

Expressing remorse for committing evil deeds.

I can't stand that fate I won't retaliate

I can't accept my fate; I won't passively endure.

Calling on me the Demons of the Past

The haunting presence of past mistakes.

Calling on me they'll never take a rest

These haunting memories won't cease.

Calling on me echoes in the blood

Resounding within the blood, a constant reminder.

Calling on me nowhere I can hide

Feeling trapped with no escape.

False illusions of skinless faces

False perceptions of faceless figures.

Haunting my porcelain mind

Disturbing thoughts infiltrate my mind.

Ripping the heart out of my body

The emotional pain is tearing my heart out.

I feel dead fingers inside

Feeling the grip of death from within.

Recurring voice within my head

A recurring inner voice whispers murderous thoughts.

Whispers of murderous thoughts

The notion of death brings a strange calmness.

Sentence of death brings serenity

Seeking death as the only sought-after relief.

The only thing I have sought

I can't accept my fate; I will resort to violence again.

I can't stand that fate I will kill again

The haunting presence of past mistakes.

Calling on me the Demons of the Past

These haunting memories won't cease.

Calling on me they'll never take a rest

Resounding within the blood, a constant reminder.

Calling on me echoes in the blood

Feeling trapped with no escape.

Calling on me nowhere you can hide

There's no place to hide from these haunting memories.

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