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Chronicles of Grief - I

by Frontier of Existence

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1.
Intro 00:51
2.
Aporia 04:11
We are here to yell About these things which can't let you sleep Doubts that stop halfway Dark rifts which float us This is not the world we expected They're not the people they were supposed to be Something must have been disturbed Something, that torments, can't let you forget We are here to torment Fueling that emptiness burning inside you To shake the base of your ignorance To make the existence so much painful From the frontier of existence the horde is coming We're carrying doubt and fear We'll tear the world from the pretense Terrify the existence together with us This is not the world we expected They're not the people they were supposed to be Something must have been disturbed Something, that torments, can't let you forget
3.
The ash marks exhalation of my whisper Where and whether the boundlessness has its own maze? In a web of melancholia I will become mute I'll pay tribute through my silence to The Black Lady who surrounded me with prison Melancholia! l'm your another love affair Written by mist whispered to the Gods Melancholia! In your embraces... I will slide down to my knees But we are all trapped in the reflection with no purpose In misty depths my spirit is struggling Melancholia! l'm your another love affair Written by mist whispered to the Gods Melancholia! In your embraces... I will slide down to my knees I won't find myself beyond myself I fall down in the grave which is you In the cemetery which is me And which will be covered by the mourning mist Melancholia! l'm your another love affair Written by mist whispered to the Gods Melancholia...
4.
Swallow hole 03:53
I fell into the night From it's bottom Everywhere is too far Every man is the shred of darkness I fell into the night It's cold as death We keep silent in mourning I won't fall asleep and I won't wake up l fell into the night This is where the light dies Stray moments perish The ticking of clocks become deaf l fell into the night I became the brood of darkness I speak the language of it's silence I breathe the clouds of it's void I fell into the night It opened beneath me And found me When I was looking for the rest
5.
You are the moon to which my soul howls, In the dark sky you outline the constellation. Through my desires l wanna fly up there Where the light's burning which you reflect How can travel to orbits ordeep gloom? How can read the pattern of the stars? From the empty space l'm hearing calling My desires will explode with the Supernova In a black hole of veracity l persevere Till I won't hear your calling from the empty space Come down clothed in gauzy raiments of the light Cause I want ascend in this sky My Beatrix, can you take me there? We will burn together We will get to the frontier of existence Where eternity has colour ofemptiness From the empty space l'm hearing calling My desires will explode with the Supernova In a black hole of veracity l persevere Till I won't hear your calling from the empty space Until... I won't hear your calling.. From the empty space (the empty space)... The empty space
6.
The crowd is washing me from the filth of my intimacy In it's wires and streams I rinse my conscience Their looks scrub for bright and shining gloss What is invariable and baptism won't etch Sometimes I want to be a human with no face Sometimes I want to be human with no inside Sometimes I want to be without characteristic A container which fills the essence of crowd A drink taken from the stream of life Ennobling in God's vineyards The constancy and changeability but never unity Focus and disperse never union Loneliness is the shore which is waiting for the high tide A rising tide rushing towards the land Sometimes I want to be a human with no face Sometimes I want to be human with no inside Sometimes I want to be without characteristic A container which fills the essence of crowd A drink taken from the stream of life Ennobling in God's vineyards The constancy and changeability but never unity Focus and disperse never union Loneliness is the shore which is waiting for the high tide A rising tide rushing towards the land
7.
Whenever I hear a sound I fear its source what if, its the same old curse which left me uncertain forever Please, make it stop I can't handle it once more this is the worst of all the origins of doom (we fall...) Before the legacy of dawn where all the sight is blured and all the sound is blank We are begging for the end Please, make it stop I can't handle it once more this is the worst of all the origins of doom (we fall...) At the gates of darkness with no chance to get back. Once again, i fell so hopeless the void, is calling for fare. The silent rapture is all we get from the graveyard of life and beauty which is lost. Please, make it stop I can't handle it once more this is the worst of all the origins of doom (we fall...) As we pass the gate we can see the end which flutters afar off. As i close my eyes I realize, that I'm alone. Shattered, torn out from life hostile shadows on the horizon. I see them coming close to end my journey once for all. I start to recognise this scene all the emptiness, overwhelming feeling of being dead. This round blinding form spinning over my head, these creatures pointing towards doom. Where are they heading? Why am I here? There's noone to ask, the plot is over FOR ME This is the origin of doom, This is the border or life, This is the way to eternity, This is the end. This is the story of a fallen soul The diary of myself I do not wish anyone this kind of fate. But we are not blessed to choose it's shape and time.

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released July 14, 2017

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