Dark Creations Lyrics

In the shadows of the silence, something stirs,

A symphony of secrets, made to haunt, unheard,

Hands of dust and bones, twisted roots that bind,

Creating life in darkness, where light is blind.

Dark creations, born of whispers and dread,

Dancing in shadows, where the fearless fear to tread.

Breathing in echoes, forged in fires unseen,

Dark creations, haunt this waking dream.

Every line I sketch, in colors void and black,

The monsters I make, they never turn back.

Voices that echo in forgotten songs,

Bound to this world, but they don't belong.

Dark creations, born of whispers and dread,

Dancing in shadows, where the fearless fear to tread.

Breathing in echoes, forged in fires unseen,

Dark creations, haunt this waking dream.

What's a masterpiece if it's cursed to fall apart?

In fractured glass, I see the beauty in the dark.

A sculptor's hand that molds despair,

In every shadow, I see myself there.

On the edge of reason, on the edge of night,

We draw the lines and blur them out of sight,

Stitching dreams from fragments of decay,

Dark creations, they're here to stay.

Dark creations, born of whispers and dread,

Dancing in shadows, where the fearless fear to tread.

Breathing in echoes, forged in fires unseen,

Dark creations, haunt this waking dream.

So here I stand with the monsters I've made,

In this gallery of darkness, unafraid,

These twisted visions, shadows given life,

Dark creations, cut like a knife.