Mikrokosmos Lyrics Novels & Stories

The somber tune lacked Johnny’s edge and cadence, and the way the congregation hummed the notes gave it a funerary quality: “Songs that the Hyades shall sing / Where flap the tatters of the King / Must die unheard in / Dim Carcosa.” I rose from my bed, and against my better judgment, once again made my way down the dune toward the shore. I followed in the footsteps of beings greater than myself, pieces of a cosmic whole I could never fathom, could only speculate upon, serving as a constant reminder that my place in this universal tapestry was but a mere speck of paint. The world itself had taken on a shimmering impressionistic quality, the horizon watery with dim light of the twin moons, and

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? **** The song started softly, just a faint whisper in the back of my mind. "In aeternum vive, anima pura. Lux tua in stellis, nunquam obscura." The words echoed, growing louder, filling the empty space around me. The melody wrapped around my senses, both soothing and haunting. A soft light appeared ahead of me, warm and golden, pulsing with an otherworldly glow. It beckoned me, a silent invitation I couldn’t ignore.

He probably came straight from the club. "Yeah we are finishing a new song." "Damn really? Alright let me hear." The producer put the song and Mike sat down on the chair beside me as the song started. Soon in the first lines, I felt a smile coming to my face, but I looked at him and he got an unpleasant look on his face. “If I’m breathin’ You must be the reason If you leave me My world will become crimson”

A nervous chuckle escaped through his lips and I went silent again. ​“Cry baby,” I finally mumbled, and he looked at me in confusion. ​“Cry baby by Melanie Martinez,” I added, and he seemed to realize that I was stating a song now. I watched him pick out his phone before scrolling through it. ​You seem to replace your brain with your heart You take things so hard and then you fall apart You try to explain, but before you can start Those cry baby tears come out of the dark The song started and I closed my eyes shut, trying to ignore Vincent’s presence.

I was just waiting for the right time to talk to them. And tonight seemed to be the best time to talk things out since we'll leave tomorrow for our holiday vacation. "Are you done?" Mirco asked. I nodded while wiping my lips, "Why?" Instead of answering me, the both of them exchanged glances and then they stood up. My eyes widened when I saw Mirco picking up the guitar on the side which I didn't notice earlier. Are... are they going to sing for me? "Hey, babe," Mirco chuckled, rubbing his nape probably out of embarrassment. "Hamilton and I prepared this for you, so please listen carefully, okay?"

🎧Oh Mystical Night, Envelope me🎧 🎧In shadows dark, and secret free🎧 🎧I call upon the Ancient ones🎧 🎧To guide my path, Beneath the moon's soft throne🎧 *Sniff... Sniff... 🎧The forest whispers, Ancient truth reveals🎧 🎧The wind carries, Mystics whispers feels 🎧 🎧The stars above, A twinkling sea🎧 🎧Reflecting dreams yet to be🎧 🎧Oh mystical Night, Envelope me 🎧 🎧In the shadows dark,and secret free🎧

A mic was standing in front of my mouth as my eyes glimmered through the flashes from the cameras right before me. “This is Saturn. Please sing along if you know the lyrics.” I speak through the microphone. The band begins to play a melancholy song which was started from the cello which placed the entire crowd in utter silence. As the intro continues to play, tears were then building fast behind my eyelids but I tried my best to play this song for her even if she can no longer hear it. “You taught me the courage of the stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly even after death.”

O, The Bizura Princess from the Death Your beginning has damaged the order Your birth is Darkness Your roots are so terrible The attacker will turn black The Listener is quiet The traitor does not sink And the light turns darkening O, Descendant of the Hatred, Grappling of Death I sang reluctantly Have time to remember a slogan "Revenge must be avenged" Venus gurgled, did not really understand the meaning of the lyrics. Then, without warning, the Kenya's Song squealed again, without pause. Venus growled again. Her eyes are dizzy. A million wasps were buzzing in her ears. Crash! Fragments of glass that sparkled scattered and some injured Venus's body. The girl opened her eyes slightly. She va

It felt like a weapon. Malachi stood, his eyes wide as he looked at the scales on my chest, at the new, lethal clarity in my gaze. “What did they do to you?” “They reminded me who I am,” I said. I walked toward the doors of the Sanctum, my every step leaving a frost-pattern on the stone floor. “The scouts are singing, Malachi. They are singing the Song of the Harvest.” “We have to stop them,” Malachi said, his hand moving to his side where his ceremonial blade hung.

"End of passion play, crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction; Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear; Leading on your death's construction…" "Turn that off! Pleaaasseee…" She screamed. "You don't like the track of our favourite band. That can’t be the case." She could hear the sarcasm in Mike's words who was sitting on the armchair next to the sofa, still holding the drip. He turned the volume up. The characteristic guitar riffs and Hetfield's vocals reminded her of many painful memories. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings; Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams; Blinded by me, you can't see a thing; Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream…"