Deception
Strommoussheld Lyrics

Angels are crying
The situation is so terrible that angels themselves are crying in sorrow.

In a picturesque quarantine
The setting may be attractive, but the self-isolation makes it painfully tragic.

This abandoned paradise
The once-beautiful world is now deserted, sad, and broken beyond repair.

Is now in a cold sweet sleep
The world's peace and quiet, although seemingly pleasant, are ruined by the underlying cold, eerie feeling.

Welcome to this dirty land
Be prepared to enter the grime and depravity that reside in this place.

Where hope is under the anxiety's fog
Optimism is obscured by the surrounding stress and unease.

Calmness is included in a perverse spirit
Even though there's some tranquility here, the environment's sense of wickedness overshadows it.

Mineral curse - without uniforms
A place where the inanimate objects hold an evil power, with no definitive shape or form to help understand its nature.

D. Espair was barn in the
D. Espair was born into a world that

E. Xtravagant being which was
was a flamboyantly indulgent existence,

C. Losed and inactive.
which is currently closed, stagnant and lifeless.

E. Very man is a performer in a
Every man is like an actor in a

P. Antomime
pantomime.

T. Ormenting fusion
tormenting fusion.

I. Am reserved to penetrate these plains
I am destined to explore these lands.

O. F infinity and eternity. I want to be
The vast infinity and everlastingness mocks me. I desire to be

N. On-existant
non-existent.

The forms the shapes, the colours and I
Everything I see around me - the shapes, sizes, hues - and I myself

The rules, the plans are stereothypes
are all behaving like robotic, stale cliches.

The sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends
The noises, the wounds, the beginnings and finishes -

This is deception...
It's all just deception, lies and illusions.

The dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
My aspirations, struggles, fantasies and grief

Glasses full of angels' lies
People are deceiving themselves by believing in false hopes, which are as tangible as a glass of non-existent angel tears.

Play this sad melody
This sorrowful song is our reality.

Growing chaos, silhouette of coming...
The expanding disorder is just a hint of the ominous things yet to come.

This has never been my world
This hasn't ever felt like a world that belongs to me.