The Shoemaker -

The waiting darkness holds things,

Deep into the colors of dream

Living tones of suffering,

Hidden shades of sadness within

Blinded by it’s painful glimpses,

I can see It flashing back my life

The waiting darkness holds things,

Shining on the blade of my knife

I’m the shoemaker

I know how to heal your disease

I’m the shoemaker

I will put your anguish at ease

The mournful sounds that I hear,

Ghostly symphonies of the past

The weeping tunes of my fears,

Dying lips expiring at last

Dancing by the silent music,

I can hear it’s dreadful voice again

The mournful sounds that I hear,

Harmonies of steel, blood and pain

Hear the shoemaker

Words of delusion and hate

See the shoemaker

Pictures of a man and his fate

In the dark

Dying woman crying weakly

In the dark

When I love, I love too deeply

It’s all gone

Life isn’t fair

It’s all gone

But death and despair

I’m a slave

Killing for my sacred mission

Kill for my joy

I’m a slave

Of nightmares and hallucinations

Live to destroy

Kryos Mary Krystos

Kryos Krystorah

Kryos Mary Krystos

Krystorah Krystorah

I’m the shoemaker

The last note of one sad symphony

I’m the shoemaker

The final verse of my elegy