Apocalyptic Visions
Cemetery of Scream Lyrics


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Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset
Spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces
The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb
Life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands
Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature
The bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth
I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine
The grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes
The tyrant of life triumphed





Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Cemetery of Scream's song Apocalyptic Visions paint a picture of a desolate and forsaken world, where the singer is searching for their "real imaginary world". The empty spaces of the sunset are filled with lost hopes and faces deprived of feelings. The laughing devil fades away into smoke and spiderweb, leaving only life running away against the sad light of the day, with shredded remnants in the singer's hands. The world is filled with blood in forgotten tins and strange creations of nature, including black lights from under the vault that give an acrid taste of blood in the mouth.


The singer then discovers themselves facing death, tangled hands like shoots of vine, with a twisted grimace of scream and anxiety in their cold eyes. The tyrant of life has triumphed, leaving the singer in a world that is dark and hopeless.


Overall, the lyrics suggest a feeling of despair and a longing for something that cannot be found in the world. It speaks to the human search for meaning and purpose, and the difficulty of finding those things in a world that can be cruel and unforgiving.


Line by Line Meaning

Where is my real imaginary world?
I am searching for a world that exists only in my imagination.


Empty spaces of the sunset
The sunset represents the emptiness of my search.


Spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces
I see the faces of those who have lost hope and are devoid of emotion in these empty spaces.


The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb
The devil, who once laughed at my search, is disappearing into the smoke and shadows.


Life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands
I feel like life is slipping away from me, leaving me with only the sad remnants of what was once bright.


Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature
I see symbols of violence and death, like blood in abandoned containers and severed heads, which exist despite being strange and unnatural.


The bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth
I see harsh, dim lighting shining from beneath a vault, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.


I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine
I found myself in a room with death metaphorically represented as vines tangling around me.


The grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes
The image of death has filled me with anxiety and twisted my face into a grimace, while the cold eyes of the dead stare back at me.


The tyrant of life triumphed
Despite my search for a different world, life's harsh realities have won out as the tyrant of my existence.




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