Mas quero compartilhar que tirei uma boa parte da noite para compor uma nova letra para uma de minhas bandas. A melodia por enquanto está só na minha cabeça e sim, ela é bem depressiva.
Permitam-se usar um estado emocional destrutivo para a arte, por mais lixo que você se sinta, até do lixo algo pode ser criado ou mesmo reinventado.
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Ghosts From
The Past – Beholder Cult
Lost,
living in nowhere
Doomed by
bad memories
Recalling
all the sleepless night
Searching
for my peaceful place
Old ghosts are
still haunt me
My eyes are
black and lifeless
Blood ties
created with indestructible threads
Imprison
me, like a slave of darkness
How can I
free myself from my bonds?
How can I
fill my empty soul?
How can I
free myself from my bonds?
How can I
heal this meaningless life?
How can I
free myself from my bonds?
How can I
get rid of the ghosts of the past?
Would be my
sad memories brought by ghosts?
Demons,
monsters or mythological creatures?
Maybe it’s
just me my own destroyer
Anyway, I
know God is not here.
The time
cannot heal everything
But I can make
my own mercyful fate
Coming
soon, I will be one of them
This time
I’ll be the one that haunts
How can I
free myself from my bonds?
How can I
fill my empty soul?
How can I
free myself from my bonds?
How can I
heal this meaningless life?
How can I
free myself from my bonds?
How can I
get rid of the ghosts of the past?
Cuidem-se