Fabel with Empty Name Songtext
von Dead Shape Figure

The highest lows of soul I will borrow
Upon itself, their bliss and sorrow
My own sole self to all their selves
Will expand
In splendor, darkness and eternal
In you, the fear the day and bright sight
The only fear repeating
The art of dying
The time fleeting
Let yourself be taught


By league of lion′s breed
The crown of empty deed
Human thought and knowledge all in vain
A restful strength, a tragic height so near
Congregation of obedient fools
Comforted under the whip
Would it be wrong would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight

And I'm contemplating suicide
The only fear repeating
The art of dying
The time fleeting
Let yourself be taught
By league of lion′s breed
The crown of empty deed