THUNDRA LYRICS

1. Discipline Made For Destruction

A distant impression
Seems to be in reach
Toxic and tainted
By your own conviction

Messed up inner sight,
Outspoken propaganda
Transfiguration made to appease
Self-appealing essence
Like pheromones for the lies
Elevated to higher purpose of your own creation

Sins amplified for a rising despot
Designed for scorched souls that remains

Liquid fire fills the veins
from thought to mouth
Conscience numbed by the appeasing worship
Vultures following the path to denial
Verbal bursts that fuels the violence

Ghosts of infinite power
Slowly drained
Paralyzed by shadows

Wasted self-discipline
Made for destruction
Insanity made as prophecy

Blind with open eyes
Deaf with all senses intact
Peeled to the inner core
Thoughts oppressed to inner silence

Drowned thoughts slowly fading
Twisted nightmare
Made to look like a fairytale

Wallowing in self-pity
destroyer of your equal
Severed ties to humanity
Destruction will therefore follow

The horizon fading like a dried tears
The circle draws outward, as ripples it grows

Your dreams are witness to decay within
Navigating the delirium
The canvas of the struggle to come
Woven in between the depths of your despair

Torment disguised, a blessing

A frame of ignorance become clear
A vacant space where compassion is an illusion

Silence of the screams to come
A sequence of evil that will never end
Dark matter of sorrow to come
Disillusions of a soul in exile

A broken vow turned to disease
Chase the life line, its end is near

Sorrow made by questions never raised
Will the mind ever fail?
Pain will follow, anger will prevail
I have failed my way

2. Silence Welcomed

Between the layers of ignorance
Feelings of hate push on
It pains to suppress what feels natural
Swollen ego which is hidden poorly
The true appearance shows the violent fact
A veil of insecurity is clear for you
when the mask falls

A natural gift shown as disease
Where is it hidden?
As holy it feels through your mind

Silent swollen eyes watch what to come
Open doors seems closed, by your inability

Easing the pain
Tightening muscles suffocating you
Images guide the path through thought

Your breath makes a vacuum for the heartbeat

Laid to rest, by the rage grown inside
A noise, a silence welcomed

Heavy it weighs the burden, you took on
Waiting wounds appear, pushing through
Invisible tears, unheard screams
A natural gift, shown as disease
Where is it hidden?
Holy it feels, through your mind
The tracks washed away, denied

A natural gift, shown as disease
Where is it hidden?
As holy it feels through your mind

Senses, heartfelt fact
Colored hate, by knowing what feels like fact
Darkness is peace, light is a need
Silent, thoughts of rage

Easing the pain
Tightening muscles suffocating you
Images guide the path through thought

Your breath makes a vacuum for the heartbeat

A final blow, to a riddled mind
One ultimate stroke to a damaged soul

3. Tired Soul

Darkness leads me on, pushed by light
Boiling inside, heart caged by the fire
Steps swallowed by the snow
Where to turn, how to feel
The dark path to an empty place

Hunted by myself, chased by my mind
Waves of darkness, dark light shows the way
Shivering muscles, tired soul
Tears fall, ice drops
Breathe out, suffocate

Searching, hoping for sunset
Pale light, visible darkness
Illusion, your inner demon
Empty inside, a gift of despair

Shadows mark the snow
Squeezing the heart, hard to breathe
The darkness chases forward

While the inner wind
Turns the tide of memory
The thoughts seek a meaning
of the state I am in

Deep, it leads but one way
Fallen, but stands hurt and empty
In darkness there is peace
Is there a meaning to what to come?

As we rest our troubled mind
In a self-inflicted coma
The rage fuels the battle to come

Is there a purpose to the chase we endure?
In need of a purpose, in need of a goal
Silhouettes as signs
Guides the march for release
Nothing left
broken pictures of memories

As we rest out troubled mind
In a self-inflicted coma
The rage fuels the battle to come
Conquering thoughts
Creates a purpose for a push

Searching, hoping for sunset
Pale light, visible darkness
An illusion, your inner demon
Empty inside, a gift of despair

4. Angstens Salt

Alt er stille, tankene koker
Når kan sjelen slippe fri?
Tårer renner, men øyene er tørre
Muskler knytter seg, men kroppen er død
Alt er kaldt, men feberen koker
Fanget av en tanke som ikke vil gi slipp
Tungt kjennes byrden som veier så tungt
Fritt, raser tankene på tilgivelse ifra deg selv
Drømmer blir åndedrag, hjertet til maskin
Blodet pumper langs sprukne vegger
inn i mørke kamre

Alt liv svinner

Kalde sår, åpne for mørke
Varmt blod, angstens salt
Blek skjebne, slave til tilgivelse
Svake tanker, mørke skygger
Vil tårene sette deg fri?
Våken, men sover
i en skumring av dine skrik

Falsk tid, gjør tanke til håp
Så stille, det hyler
Sort visjon, gir skjebnen mening
Føl det som var, merk dine spor
Smak dine tårer, fyll dine håp
Kjenn din krampe, lengsel for varme
Falsk tid, gjør tanke til håp
Så stille, det hyller
Sort visjon, gir skjebnen mening
Føl det som var, merk dine spor
Smak dine tårer, fyll dine håp

Lengselens skrik mot åpen himmel
Stjernene svelger det siste gisp
Jaget av liv, drept av glød
Mørket vil komme, mørket vil ta
Drømmer blender, som livs vann det gir
Kaos i system, orden i din bitterhet

Falsk stilhet, ensomt liv
Som støv i dine tanker
som skygger i ditt vesen
Lukk dine tanker
for du kjenner din harme
Bittert i smaken, som sår i sjelen
Kaldt inne i din tomme sjel
Tomhet viker for mørket

Kalde sår, åpne for mørke
Varmt blod, angstens salt
Blek skjebne, slave til tilgivelse
Svake tanker, mørke skygger
Vil tårene sette deg fri?
Våken, men sover

Fanget av håp, fanget av deg
Føl dine spor, merk ditt lys
Indre natt, hamrer på din sjel
Ensom skjebne, alene med ditt hat
Fortapt med deg selv, i dypet av din sjel
Brukket av ditt indre, sansene glemmer
Sansene søker, virkelighet gir
Årsak til glede, virkelig sinne

5. Despise The Masquerade

Converted by the legions march
Euphoric thoughts, corrupted disillusions
Spiteful, with flame in hand
The pain will fuel the anger
Never graced by the lie they all live
Conflicts made by the silence of the word

Flame by words, join the cult
Praise the word, sickening desperation
Controlled emotions, despise the masquerade
Aggregations by the word
Carved out by, aeons long ago
The massacre performed by the masses

Tattered minds chant the prophecy
Voices rants the insane
Mournful they try to bribe us
As the self-made prophets they are
Deceived as feeble aggressions
Deprived of humanity
An elite force of essence
A struggle for gracious fortune

Desperate wallowing in self-pity
The rhetoric of the ignorant
Inception of everlasting darkness
A war waged by fear
Give, and you shall be given to
Imminent self-destruction of the aware mind
The plague of the herd
Gathering strength, for the final blow
The utter consequence of denial

6. Purpose

Abundant are the forces that force your hand
In the midst of a struggle, as a quarrel it appear
Slowed by the anger that drives your violence
Penetrating the flow of righteous actions
...of righteous actions

Angered by the tear for your inner path
The disease which makes the anger stop
Quarrelled of the self-righteous
Fueled by the violence, that needs to be shown

Mischief, left in the corner of your eye
Ready to trigger the violence you are capable of
Forced to appear as the power you proclaim to be
Swallowed righteous, denied thought

Offered by the way it's to be
Strangled with self-discipline
Caught by an inner struggle
Continued by the teachings

Aching to see that all is right
Wanting to believe
Caught by a moments peace
Squandered by, over achievement
Destroyed by the will

Failed attempts to reach a higher self
Forgotten trails of the life you lived
Wounds long healed, opens as books
Words repeated by
The violence that has become you

A weak path of denial
Judged by the answer you give yourself
An undeserved quality of higher purpose
In trust you thrive
By the ones not to be trusted
A broken vow not accepted

A sequence of evil that will never end
A vacant space, where compassion is an illusion
Silence of the screams to come
Bursting of angry fragments
Finding its way to the surface
...to the surface

Disillusions of a soul in exile
A broken vow turned to disease
Chase the life line, its end is near
Dark matter of sorrow to come
A frame of ignorance become clear

7. Faded Lights

As a tight line the path is mapped, clear but yet so eluded
Stripped down to basic, stripped down to the inside
Words are spoken, but no sound will be heard

An absence of remorse which seems un-ending
The conclusion is irrelevant
These inherent words are to pass for a purpose
A test not needed, as the ego is sufficient

A mute roar rips the air apart
The crest burned as it collapse

In spite, like splinters in the flesh
Immune to the defense, see them, them fall

Grasp tightens with every breath
Departed as the time seals our path

Veins breathing lifeless, as the soul scars for life

Origin yet unknown

Open cuts, as racks they open up for the light
The dark form as scab on the wounds trying to heal

Radiant in its splendor, dark as the tears that flows
The shadows slips through the cracks of your mind
Faded from your view, and slips from your grip
A shut down mind, in the dim lights it function

Static minds mental picture of the wrongs done







THUNDRA LYRICS