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Neverbloom

(2012)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresSymphonic Deathcore
LabelsRoadrunner Records
Album rating :  87.2 / 100
Votes :  18
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Neverbloom Lyrics

(10)
Submitted by level 멜레릭
1. Prologue (1:39)
[Instrumental]
2. Neverbloom (6:34)
A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth and the soil breathes one final, desperate, breathe of life. Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead. Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust. These woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew, and all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees.

It was Morrow who cursed this place. Now, cheerless and stagnant, it screams in the night so we hearken the cries from the heart of the wood.

I linger on in doubt, darkness comes early down here. Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom.

I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom.
They never bloom.

You fucking betrayed us, in these woodlands we wove, dreaming amidst the groves. Morrow, No one could stop us. although, now the orchards no longer grow, So I'll reclaim the throne of woe. I'm starting to count the stars by myself, and this winter is eating away at my soul.

I'll always remember the day I was stabbed in the back.
Stabbed in the back.

Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying trees began to fall, one by one.

Now let me sleep. Let me sleep, In this garden that never blooms.

A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth and the soil breathes one final, desperate, breathe of life. Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead. Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust. These woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew, and all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees.

So here I will wait for the spring, In the garden of tears.
If you listen in the night, you hearken the cries from the heart of the wood.

And so here I will wait, until my last dying days. Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom.

I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom.
They never bloom.
3. Morrow (3:09)
You brought me back to These darkened dreams, I must reweave. Just leave me here, at the roof of the world.

All the way up here where the stars never sleep, we could live forever and no one could stop us.

and all those perfect moments, they fell like raindrops.
now follow me to the heart of the wood.

We're the ones in your dreams, pulling strings in your mind,
and we scheme when you sleep, through the shadows of time.
We exist in your thoughts, the ones no one can find.
We remain in the hearts of the young and the tears from the sky.

You brought me back, to the darkness within.
Buried in the depths of the elms. Locked beneath the earth.

We've been here before. Do you remember what I said to you all those years ago;

Some day, you'll forget me, and all that will be left are the fragments of our shattered dreams and those tiny, perfect moments where time stood still.

We're the ones in your dreams, pulling strings in your mind, and we scheme when you sleep, through the shadows of time.
We exist in your thoughts, the ones no one can find.
We remain in the hearts of the young and the tears from the sky.

You brought me back. In my dying dreams, is endless sleep.
Just leave me here, at the roof of the world.
4. Elegies (5:04)
I would have showed you the world as it was in my dreams. I would have dropped everything.
And for those nights when we wept for the moon, I would have died for the spring.
I found myself at the roots of the elms, singing songs to the birds and wishing this day would never end.

But it did.
These dreams came cascading down in a stream of fond memories and lost hope, and at the end of it all.

At the end of it all is only a teardrop to remember you by.
A keepsake from the birds, an elegy for what we could have shared.

These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you feel something for me again.
These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you hurt. Just to make you feel my pain.

There is a warmth from the earth, and the touch of my fingertips are like droplets, making ripples on the surface.

I cherish the moment my heart sank to the floor of the ocean.
We could have been so much more,
We could have laughed, and cried, and dreamed our nights away.
So much more, So much more.

I'll keep singing songs to the birds until you return, and for every time I
lost myself there is a warmth from the earth, and the touch of my fingertips are like droplets, making ripples on the surface.

At the end of it all is only a teardrop to remember you by.
A keepsake from the birds, an elegy for what we could have shared.

These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you feel something for me again.
These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you hurt. Just to make you feel my pain.
5. Malestrom (6:50)
Beyond these forgotten shores of baleful unrelenting torture.
The sky has shattered, pouring its tears into oblivion and wishing away its unending paradox, as it crumbles into exile, piece by piece.
plunged into darkness by the undertow of the Maelstrom.
slowly, piece by piece, forever forgotten.

Take me away from here. I will slip away, watch me disapear.
The Maelstrom consumes me. An eternity frozen in time.

Pulled beneath the deepest depths
Where I was always meant to be, forever lost.

I've found my home.
far from the grips of time
with the faces of desertion
wandering the depths of expulsion

With the faces of desertion, far from the grips of time, I have found my home.

I've found my home, where no light can reach and the only sounds are those soft whispers that no one else can hear. Comforting me. I'll smile my way away to my darkest days.

Beyond these forgotten shores of endless sadness and torturous sorrow.
The sky has shattered, crying into constant uncertainty and wishing away its perpetual torment, as it crumbles into exile, piece by piece.
plunged into darkness by the undertow of the Maelstrom.
forgotten piece by piece, forever and ever.

Take me away from here. watch me slip away, I will disapear.
The Maelstrom consumes me. An eternity frozen in time.

I've found my home, beneath the depths.
I've found my home, where I can dream these days away.

It was perfect from the first day, we stood and watched as the ocean opened up and swallowed the sun. Swallowed the sun.
6. Oceans of Emptiness (2:22)
[Instrumental]
7. The Well (3:52)
The Well. So dark and cold, it beckons me in the nightThe whispers, they follow me. Can you hear it? Can you hear it?

Down the abyss I fell, where I found my sinking face and drowned myself.

The Well. With It's mouth of tears, It whispers to me in the night. This darkness is far too familiar, it's pulling me down, it's pulling me...

Down the well I will wait, I sank for days just to forget my name. I forgot my fucking face, I left at the bottom of the well.

The Well. So dark and cold, it beckons me in the night. This darkness is far too familiar, it's pulling me down, I want out, Let me out.
Let me out.

I can't feel my sinking face, I left it at the bottom of the well.
I smiled when I drowned myself, Down the well I'll stay.
8. Weeping Wastelands (6:56)
I am your fucking end. You will tremble at my feet.

Bringer of pain and suffering, hatred sadness and despair. I will unleash upon the world the madness that manifests within me, and all of our hearts.

Do you remember a time before this barren waste of frost, death and decay.
hopelessness and nothingness or was it all just a figment of my imagination?
Now tear by tear we wash away the fondness felt in our hearts. Drowning the lands before this infinite sorrow. Suffocating ourselves to hide the pain.

Weeping Wastelands Tearing our hearts from flesh Hope is gone. All that’s left is this abomination.

Unleash your hatred upon the world, this sickness, this blight suffocating us into submission ridding us of our will to feel, I would rather die than succumb to this plague, I have nothing but pure disgust for the infected, and the withered souls.

Do you remember a time before this barren waste of frost, death and decay.
hopelessness and nothingness or was it all a figment of my imagination? Bringer of pain and suffering, hatred sadness and despair. I will unleash upon the world the madness that manifests within me, and all of our hearts.

Blood soaked snow, Rotting flesh, putrid sickness. Where am I? Weeping Wastelands Blood soaked snow, Rotting flesh, putrid sickness. Where am I?
Overwhelmed with misery, on my own.

I have no fucking remorse And I wish for nothing but pain upon those who dealt me this burden

Weeping Wastelands Tearing our hearts from flesh Hope is gone. All that’s left is this abomination.

Hating and struggling with sorrow and mourning of the significance. Drowning in tears.

I am the destroyer of hope, Lord of Woe. I am everything you’ve ever hated before.
9. Widower (4:38)
Will you remember me
As the one from the trees
When the forests used to sing
Or when I locked myself
In the heart of the wood
And threw away key
You just kept giving yourself away
A gift to cherish until piece by piece
You laid before the roots of time
Day by day the nights swallow
Sun, and with every night
The more you gave your sadness came undone
You just kept slipping through the cracks
Of my fingertips

I only hope that you remember me
As the one from the trees
When the forests used to sing
Or when I locked myself
In the heart of the wood
And threw away key

You’re not desire
You’re just a fucking widow
Weaving webs among the woods
I’m not answer but if you take my hand I’ll
I’ll show you the world of the dead
There you will smiling into the night
I watched you sing for hours on end
We’re telltale spiders spinning webs and singing songs
Sharing your stories with the moon and the threes
With a world which strung you along
I’ve shut you out
I don’t like your stories anymore
They always end so fucking sad
Fuck
I’ve turned my back
I’ve turned my back
On you for good

Just keep smiling into the night
I watched you pass me by
Every night you died
With a smile on your face
In my dreams you wept blood
From your eyes

Just keep smiling into the night
My beautiful bride
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I feel for your bleeding crimson eyes
Just so you know
I’ll always remember you
As the telltale spider
When darkness crept into our days
Sharing stories with the world
Until piece by piece you gave your heart away
You’re not desire
You’re just a fucking widow
Weaving webs among the woods
I’m not answer but if you take my hand I’ll
I’ll show you the world of the dead
I hate sad stories they always end the same
I’ll never forget how the forest wept
When you gave yourself away
10. Chronicles (5:54)
Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn of flame.
You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that lay in my path

It's raining relentlessly, and the last little flickering flame which I kindled and cared for so dearly is beginning to wither and fade. Now here I tend, in darkness. Scrawling onto tattered pages you once held so close. Sleep has overtaken us, and if it weren't for these binds I would float away.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
My burden is bound by tales I wrote, these have been the Chronicles of Woe.
Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home.
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the Chronicles of Woe.

Now feel my wrath.
Tear down the skies.
Feel my wrath, my hatred engulfs me, destroying your dreams.
Feel my wrath, I'll bide my time and burn you alive.
Feel my wrath. My vengeance shall be swift, at my burning hand,
The flames from my fingertips dwindle and cheer, at the torment of man.

Tear down the fucking skies.
Can you feel the surge of hatred from my torment.
I burdened your stories, you left for me dead and cursed the forest.

My name is forever echoed throughout the wastes, and my malevolence is eating my heart out.
Should you hear it,

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn of flame. You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that lay in my path

I've burdened your stories, your codex of sorrow and lies.
I relinquish this duty, take back what once you kept so safe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these Chronicles of Woe.
Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home.
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the Chronicles of Woe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these Chronicles of Woe.
Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
I burden no longer the tales I wrote.
These are the Chronicles of Woe.
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