Curtains
Dark Lunacy Lyrics

From beyond, out there the wall
The singer feels like they are on the outside looking in, as they see a wall separating them from something that lies beyond their reach.

Silent twilight is slowly fall.
The singer is in a state of quiet reflection as they observe the darkness of dusk slowly enveloping them.

Walls of live, are hit the prayer
The singer is reminded of the fact that life can be fragile and fleeting, and they are praying for strength to withstand the difficulties that inevitably arise.

It crumble down, inside my liar.
The artist feels like they are living a lie, and that their facade is beginning to break down under the weight of their emotional turmoil.

I am in hurry, time is flying
The artist is aware of how precious time is, and they feel like it's slipping away from them faster than they can keep up with it.

Veils of sorrow take my death word
The singer is paralyzed by their sadness, to the point where they can't even vocalize their deepest feelings of despair.

God is playing, with chant of mankind
The singer feels like their existence is part of a divine orchestration, where they are but one instrument in the grand scheme of things.

Lost illusion...of mortal season.
The artist has lost their sense of wonder and belief in the natural cycle of life and death, and they feel like a shadow of their former self.

How many dreams I can relive
The artist wonders how much they can hold onto their memories and dreams before they fade away completely.

Sliding along the hill of time.
The artist feels like they are being carried along by the unstoppable force of time, and all they can do is try to keep up with it.

How many curtains I can arise?
The singer questions how many more masks they can put on to hide their true feelings of pain and suffering.

With this cold pain that burn in my cry.
The artist feels like their pain is all-consuming and is burning inside them like a cold fire.

When sigh of sadness, deadly in my writhing.
The singer feels like a heavy sigh of sadness is suffocating them, and it's almost killing them from the inside out.

From behind
The singer is describing something that is behind or outside of their immediate experience.

The final drama, is near to me
The singer senses that the conclusion to a profound emotional upheaval is approaching, and they are afraid of what the outcome might be.

It cover my tear stiff.
The artist feels like their tears and emotions are being stifled by something, perhaps their own unwillingness to let their guard down.

I can not see…but writing…
The artist feels like writing is a way to express and capture their emotions, even if they can't see them clearly themselves.

I make ones reason for don't cry.
The singer is trying to rationalize their emotions and come up with reasons why they shouldn't cry, even though they feel like they need to.

This is my secret world
The singer is describing a world that is hidden from others, something that is only accessible to them.

Where I dream, when I die
The artist is referring to a place where they can retreat to when they are feeling overwhelmed, a world that is only accessible when they are on the brink of death.

Where I paint, while you dream…and kill.
The artist describes their inner world as a place where they can create and express themselves, while the outside world continues to move on and sometimes even harm them.

To write about you, for ride the endless
The artist is writing about someone else whose presence can help them overcome the endless cycle of emotional pain and suffering.

When your red flowers, protected my sadness
The singer is recalling a time when someone helped protect them from emotional pain and guided them towards healing.

To write about we, forgotten garden
The artist is writing about a place or time that they shared with someone else, a garden of memories that is slowly being forgotten over time.

Where trees of death wood, it pierce my spirit
The singer is describing something that once brought them joy and beauty, but now only serves to remind them of the sadness and suffering they have experienced.

Turning pages, I can relive, and change the tale
The singer is turning to their memories and writing to help them process their trauma and rewrite their own story in a more positive light.

Turning pages, I what believe and pray ones again.
The singer finds solace and faith in their writings, and they turn to their creativity as a way to connect with their higher power.

Reason, reason, there is not reason..
The artist is feeling lost and hopeless, and they can't find a logical explanation for the emotional pain they are experiencing.

For living for living in trough the prayers
The artist recognizes that prayer is their only hope for survival in the midst of their suffering.

Shining darkness, ever in me
The singer feels like their light is being obscured by their darkness, but that even in the midst of this suffering, they are still able to shine in their own unique way.

What is the price, for things I lived
The singer is reflecting on the cost of their life experiences and whether or not they were worth it.

I can't know show….no.
The artist is uncertain whether or not their experiences have been worth the emotional price they have paid, and they can't express this clearly to others.

Ones upon a time there was. And then, it will be there.
The artist is acknowledging the cyclical nature of life, with its ups and downs, and the fact that nothing lasts forever.

Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill…
The artist is describing a cold and unfamiliar sensation, perhaps something that is bringing them discomfort or unease.