mahdi-dn
A guitarist, who got into singing through a surprising turn of events after joining a band... / I adore literature, especially poetry! And I'll be sharing my lyrics here. / / Feel free to criticize; I have a long, long way to go to become a good lyrics writer! / I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
A beating heart, a dream
A dying soul, shedding tear
Fueled with anger, blasphemes
A cast out, breeding hate
Not against man, not against God
Just a selfless strife
On the ways of man and the ways of God
Death is just one breath away,
While living far from lies,
True to self, and the others' lives
Vision so bright, invisible to man
But to this product,
Of blind hatred.
"Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis;
Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis."
Eater of Gods, this creature will be
The tortured, tolerator of pain
All his dreams gone, dead in vain
Yet breathing, to take your breath away
Not to avenge, but to clear
All the fake that is in us.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
We watch the world tell
Us how to live everyday.
We suppose we don't question, but we still question
As we live our lives
Through the lies
That we tell
Ourselves everyday.
Every day is, just another lie
That furthers us from ourselves
And what we would dream of.
We bite a lie right off another
We hide and then we cry
For our own self-made self
The one we refuse to stop.
We feel the need for the change,
But regardless we wont ever change.
We only change,
Our faces,
Our colours,
Our clothes and dresses
Just to look new, under a fresh-looking lie.
Maybe this is all a lie,
Which is hardly untrue.
And that the truth is,
You will never lie, when you lie.
Because you are made of lies.
As a matter of fact,
We are made of lies.
We all lie, and we are the law.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
Rise, brothers,
Freedom calls us.
Grab your guns
Wear your helms
This day all tyrants
Will turn to our servants
This night their hearthstone,
We will own!
Army of the horde is on the way
Warriors, line up!
Standby for battlecry
Bloodlust has conquered our minds and our souls.
Rip off their hearts,
Break their skulls!
Trenches made of corpse
Armors made of bones
Slaying the horde is our goal
Taunts and cry-outs
Sounds of swords and shields
Is our music
Their throats and their backs
Sounds of the bones break
Injured warriors are bleeding
It paints your soul
Stand up and fight
Drive the lance of light
Into the eye of the night
Free the world from the rage of this dark hate
Army of the horde is on the way.
Warriors, line up!
Standby for battlecry
Bloodlust has conquered our minds and our souls.
Rip off their hearts and break their skulls!
Rise up!
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC
"Monstrosities are only perceived monstrosities by monstrous men."
Open this chest of mine
With this steel key of yours
Reveal my essence - it shines,
Look through my opened surface.
What you perceive as I am is what defines
You.
The depths of mine
Which you think you have in your sight,
Is just a conjecture of your petty wit,
Representing your own shallow depths.
The secrets within me,
Are not understandable.
No matter how exposed
They become to the world.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
For decades we have watched
The pest having feast
Over people of nations
At each others' throats
While mankind's fate is at stake
Due to the campaigns of war
For the profit of the few
Yet the masses have no clue
As lives grow within this so-called civilized world
Thirst for achievements of inhumane mold
Our hearts gone cold
And our souls grown old
We live, as we die.
We die, and then we die.
Death is far, far past us
And life, is nothing but a word
Lies, are the food for our souls
To rest at ease as they are heard
We live, as we die.
We die, and then we die.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
Ages of mental slavery,
Has brought us pain and calvary.
Within this world of treachery
Is hidden a billion mysteries.
By the deceitful masonry
The world is living in misery.
To end this supreme crookery,
Minds must be free of any boundary.
The sound
Of global disorder has deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral
Apathy and distrust
The weakening waves of frost
Have left on our flesh a crust
Resistant to any light to ******
In between sides we have lost
Our map
Our path
We played and we lost.
This is the sound of global disorder
That deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral
Helpless as long as lives would last.
Just as happened in the past.
Destructive thoughts of doubt
Eating
Our lives and our whereabouts
The purpose of those who just preach
Does not regard your well-being
You suppose it does, but you’re fooled
Between the lines is where you can find the key
To truth…
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
For there is life, there's death
For there is pain, there's strength
But why is there life, why pain?
Why must dreams remain vain?
For there's love, there is hate
Why do we find joy in what we negate?
For there's anger, there is hope
Crime of passion, with gun or rope
If ignored, forms misanthrope
If abided, it's done blinded
Let there be death,
Resist no more
So then may the
Miserable rest.
But don't force death
Let there be life
So that they go,
When it's their time
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
Faces of mirror,
Reflecting ideas of hollow by
Facing each other
Projecting the rays of concepts that claim
To be for a better world
The rays collide, conflicts abide
Concealed intentions are to divulge
And trainers of such thoughts to indulge
No purpose does regard our well-being
Masters of the art of demonocracy
Are here to labor us all
And we will have to serve them all
"Caressed by the tongue of the serpent,
They'll birch us with the whip of blind hatred
We'll be longing for our long gone past
The time when our fathers cared
For people, not their nations.
As we exhale for the very last time
The foul air in our lungs."
The provocation of the real of the void
Opening the gate
To the domain of the Faceless,
Voids who crave fulfillment in their desolation.
The coming tyrants of this world
Of segregated herds of sheep.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
"Monstrous men perceive monstrosities the monsters they seem to be."
Open this chest of mine
With this steel key of yours
Reveal my essence - it shines,
Look through my opened surface.
What you perceive as I am, is what defines
You.
The depths of mine
Which you think you have in your sight,
Is just a conjecture of your petty wit,
Representing your own shallow depths.
The secrets within me,
Are not understandable.
No matter how exposed
They become to the world.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
She is gone.
And now, my chances are none.
But whether I grab a gun
And shoot myself,
Or just run
Forever from what's past;
One thing remains:
That this is no fun.
The point is not to forget,
But to move the **** on!
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC