A Canorous Quintet - Dream Reality

I AWAKE, GONE IS MY DREAM
ONLY IT'S MIST FADES AWAY
BACK IS FEAR AND SADNESS
CLAIMING MY HEART LIKE A BLACK HAND
I CRY AS I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS DAY
I WANT BACK THE DREAM, UNREALITY
IN IT'S GRASP I AM FREE
ONLU IN IT'S DOMAIN CAN I LIVE
NOW ON THIS DAY I AM POWERLESS, POINTLESS
I CAN NOT CONTINUE THROUGH THIS MISERY
HERE NO SPIRITS WILL GUIDE ME
AND I WISH FOR ETERNAL LIFE IN FANTASY
I AM SURROUNDE BY A WORLD OF IGNORANCEAND HATE
YET IT'S MY REALITY
I CAN NOT EXCEPTIT, SO BE IT
I SHALL END MY LIFE
AWAY FRON REALITY
ETERNITY UNFOLDS
[rep. all verses]
(AWAY FROM REALITY, ETERNITY UN)FOLDS

A Canorous Quintet - Spellbound

SPELLBOUND BY THE NIGHT
ANGER TURNS INTO RAGE
FORCED INTO ROOMS OF HATE
BLEEDING ALTHOUGHT THERE IS NO WOUND
TAKING PLEASURE FROM TORTURE
I SEE IT EATING ME ALIVE
I FEEL IT BURNING ME FROM INSIDE
SOOTHING OUR SELFISH THOUGHTS
I'M EMPTY IN BODY AND SOUL
NO LONGER ALIVE, DANCING STILL DEAD
DARKSIDE FOREVER ALIVE
DISEASE THAT CAN NEVER BE CURED
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND, STILL I AM TRAPPED
WILL I EVER BE FREE ?
I WISH I COULD END IT NOW
I WISH I COULD END IT ALL
BUT THERE YOU ARE
PUSHING IT OVER THE EDGE
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
SPELLBOUND BY MY OWN ILLUSIONS
TO PROUD TO FALL DOWN ON MY KNEES
I WISH I COULD BLEED, TO CLEAN ALL THE WOUNDS
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND AND DROWN IN MY DREAMS
FOR ALL MY SINS FORGIVE ME
AND AT LAST I'LL BE FREE
[rep. verse 1]

A Canorous Quintet - The Black Spiral

A SANE MAN WANDERS
IN HOPES HIGH NOT TO DIE
TO MASTER AND TO UNDERSTAND
THE SICKNESS OF EVERY SOUL
ONE BREATH IN THE FROZEN DARKNESS,
DARKNESS BURNING WITH FEAR
FEEDING UPON THE MIND
TWISTING AND TURNING
A SICK AND BROKEN PORTRAIT OF BALANCE
THE SWIFT DAGGER OF MADNESS
BUT WITH MADNESS COMES POWER
SANITY SPLITS APPART
PARADOX UPON PARADOX
PAINFULLY DRAINING
YET UNSEEN UNTOUCHED
SANITY FALLS, FALLS INTO THE PIT OF NOTHINGNESS
TO PURE IS THE VISION OF CORRUPTION
TOO CLOSE, TOO SICK
THE MIND CRACKS
SHATTERS AND DISAPPEARS IN THE DARKNESS
NOTHING HAS CHANGED
LIFE CONTINUES IT'S SICK PARODLY
OF IT'S IDEAL
AND ONLY DEATH CAN SET US FREE
[rep. verse 1 - 3]
(AND ONLY DEATH) CAN SET US FREE
THE BLACK SPIRAL
A SICK AND BROKEN PORTRAIT OF BALANCE
THE SWIFT DAGGER OF MADNESS
BUT WITH MADNESS COMES POWER
SANITY SPLITS APART
PARADOX UPON PARADOX
PAINFULLY DRAINING
YET UNSEEN UNTOUCHED
SANITY FALLS, FALLS INTO THE PIT OF NOTHINGNESS