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Trapped
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In the Catacombs
03:59
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In The Catacombs
Dwight Evan Young
Strike a match; I’ll let you catch your breath.
Your fear of death won’t hurt you
But it makes this harder.
Slide down to the catacombs,
I won’t leave you alone.
Light creeps across stone in horror.
A fortnight since you heard the call
Hushed voices in the wall,
Enthralling, pull you ever deeper.
But you insisted on a guide,
You begged and I replied.
Now brother, let us face the reaper.
You shouldn’t be exploring
The sepulcher beneath your nose.
There lurks an ancient evil
Mirrored by the dark of our souls.
Drenched and quivering with fear,
The voice is getting near;
Imprisoned with the ghouls and specters.
Dust and must of rotting flesh
Assail us every breath,
Deep in the tomb of our ancestors.
What happened to our fathers?
Do you know how they died?
Have you heard the whispered rumors,
That they were buried alive?
You’d better not be in the catacombs,
In the catacombs,
When the spirits of the past awaken.
Tell me can you feel it in your bones?
Did you hear the moans
Through the cracks in the hardwood floor?
Oh, once they have you in their grasp, boy
They’ll never let you go.
You’d better not be in the catacombs,
In the catacombs…
When they rise.
Now behold the family line,
Each gone before their time.
Oh, do you think their ghosts resent us?
But I know words to wake the dead…
I’ll ask them in your stead.
Do tell, what makes the spirits restless?
Archaic stones begin to stir…
And the interred begin to rise…
And they cried:
Even in the darkness there is truth.
Even in deception there is truth.
Even in destruction there is truth.
Even in decay there is truth. [x4]
Betrayal cuts to the bone!
The dead are mad,
But they aren’t alone…
How dare I get these old stones, and you the gold?
The heir must pare back the vine! It’s what I’m owed!
The past must be rectified!– Then I felt cold
And rotting hands on my throat…
You’d better not be in the catacombs,
In the catacombs,
When the spirits of the past awaken.
Tell me do you think you have control
From an ancient tome,
When the dead have an axe to grind?
And once they have you in their grasp
They will never let you go!
You’d better not be in the catacombs,
In the catacombs…
When they rise.
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Memories of the Sea
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Memories of the Sea
By Dwight Evan Young
As our bodies float on the
Exquisitely receding sea
The sunset washes over me.
We begin to swim to shore.
Fairy-tales told fireside,
The embers dance across the sky.
You touch my arm, I catch your eye,
But still we wanted more.
I close my eyes and feel the ocean’s breeze.
I can’t stand these memories.
Floating far from land,
Footprints in the sand
All seem to wash away.
Under the water she is frozen in time.
Lost now, to the depths of brine.
Her divinity:
Specter of my dreams.
Her face is as clear as day and
I hear screaming.
Far from the coast we spent our days,
In salty air, in rolling waves,
Neither would voice the creeping feeling of malaise.
Our little boat was all but cursed,
But while the storm above grew worse
We saw no harm in waiting for the raining to subside again.
[The ocean flows with ancient secrets
That men will never understand.
All is lost in the darkness.
All is lost.
All is lost.]
Poseidon rose out of the deep
Blue portal, he began to speak;
“Surrender me your love or face your mortal end!”
And though I fought with all my might,
Enraged he was, and full of spite,
He drowned her in the maelstrom as he sent me drifting towards the land.
[Her picture’s on my shelf.
I hear the siren call.
I fall within myself,
And I have lost it all]
I close my eyes and feel the ocean’s breeze.
I can’t stand these memories.
Floating far from land,
Footprints in the sand
All seem to wash away.
Under the water she is frozen in time.
Lost now, to the depths of brine.
Her divinity:
Specter of my dreams.
But she’ll be forever mine
In my memories.
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Alice
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Alice
Dwight Evan Young
Alice thought she stepped into a dream,
But she fell into a nightmare.
Things are seldom as they seem.
Alice, when you fall asleep it all goes away.
Alice, chase that white rabbit until the break of day, yeah.
Isn’t what you had thought it would be at the start,
But just play your part, cause this chapter is just beginning.
Show a little more grace,
Save a little more face,
Cause you’ll either be dead or escape from this place
In five years time.
Try to see beyond your looking glass.
Try to understand the past is the past.
The prince you found in the garden
Isn’t nearly as charming
When you’re coughing up blood, nearly broken your arm,
He’s mad as a hatter now.
Alice, when you fall asleep it all goes away.
Alice, chase that white rabbit until the break of day, yeah.
[You don’t know but you’ve been living life within a dream]
[Alice thought she stepped into a dream,
But she fell into a nightmare.
Things are seldom as they seem.]
[Alice, chase that white rabbit until the break of day.]
Run, rabbit run, forget that sun,
Never let him find you again
Or he’ll paint those roses red,
And leave you for dead.
You’re falling down and down.
Tell me how you’re gonna catch yourself.
Everything has an end
If you stop the pretend.
So try, try and fight, resist that night
And all your memories of the pain.
All those times you screamed in vain,
You never complained,
Cause in the dark of night
You were just waiting till the time was right.
Everything has an end
Stop the pretend.
Take the knife.
Watch him cry.
Take his life.
Watch him die.
Slit his throat,
Let him bleed
On the sheets
He raped your dreams.
The man behind the Cheshire grin
Is cold the blade is covered in sin.
But in the wake of damning demise
You find you’ve never felt so alive…
Alice, when you fall asleep it all goes away.
Alice, chase that white rabbit until the break of day, yeah.
Alice, when you fall asleep it all goes away.
Alice, chase that white rabbit until the break of day.
And she lived happily ever after…
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The Music of Erich Zann
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The Music of Erich Zann
Dwight Evan Young
Across a darkened river where
A haze of smoke shuts out the sun,
Atop the steep and cobble-patched street,
Nearby a lofty ivied wall,
In my sparse, fifth-story room,
From the peaked garret overhead,
Music of an old, mute, viol-player
Meets the air…
And I hear
Strange noises in the hallway.
I don’t know if I’m awake.
One night in the hall I called his name.
The old maestro took me in.
He played me music but it’s not the same.
Why won’t he play it?
Why won’t he play it?
And he jumped out of his chair
When I approached the curtained windowpane.
Under a strain we depart,
But concern still remains
When I hear
Strange sounds when I am dreaming.
In my mind there’s no escape.
Strange noises through the ceiling,
Waiting for the world to break.
How does he make ethereal music
Such as the likes I’d never known?
The dread of a vague wonder and mystery
Suggested nothing on this globe.
I’ve looked for the answers,
I’ve looked for the street,
But none of the maps that I found are complete.
And what can he see just beyond the window?
What does he hear when he’s alone?
The old man grew distant by the day,
And as the warmth began to fade
I secretly listened outside in the hall.
My ear to the door, I heard it all:
Then swelled a pandemonic sound,
A shriek at its peak, and a crash to the ground.
I called at his door and the recluse appeared,
But his face showed he feared the
Strange sounds, awoke by dreaming;
Terrified, what will they take?
Strange noises filled the evening,
Waiting for the world to break.
For an hour he wrote of the secrets he’d known,
But he stopped with a shock when he heard a low drone,
Distant as if from a house past the wall,
That which could be seen from his window alone.
The shutters then shook as the wind reached its height.
He jumped to his feet and his bow rends the night
With the wildest playing I’d ever recall,
What a horror to learn that his muse was his fright!
A gale broke the window, the transcript was lost.
From that lone garret vantage I finally saw
Black space in motion and music, alive!
Then I witnessed his playing, with cold lifeless eyes.
When I fled from the house the moon lit the night,
No breeze in the sky, and the city was bright.
The dreadful abyss and its secretes were gone,
Along with the music of Erich Zann.
How does he make ethereal music
Such as the likes I’d never known?
The dread of a vague wonder and mystery
Suggested nothing on this globe.
I’ve looked for the answers,
I’ve looked for the street,
But in the dark of the night it repeats:
Strange noises in the hallway
I don’t know if I’m awake.
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