Run Ashored In The Yesteryears (Music: Ehrich, Maier, Weimar, Schellenberg / Lyrics: Anetzberger) Pitch black tides of fury lash against my eclipsed soul. Silence dashed to pieces, evanescent tears I bleed. Erasing all life, immersed in this burning black. From darkest waters I soar, waiting to be revived. Force me down - I rise above, carried by frigorific winds. I fly towards the luminary, embraced by the breaking dawn. Floating endlessly through measured time. A deep burning thirst I feel inside. Finally here … … run ashored in the yesteryears. Shifting colours of flickering shades, masquerader of oblivion melting into muted dreams. Withered fingers tear apart memories piece by piece. A blind fury dissolving in euphoria. Seraphic light illuminates the darkest hour, displacing the sombre infinity. Mesmerized - I soak up the sun, and I grab hold of life. Floating endlessly through measured time. A deep burning thirst I feel inside. Finally here … … run ashored in the yesteryears. Go! Sustain the pain - the sculpture of obsession. Cold water surface trembling of heat, a struggling unity with a withering core. Desolate thoughts crumbling to dust till there is nothing but (bare) existence. Mind unfurls. Shifting colours of flickering shades, masquerader of oblivion melting into muted dreams. Withered fingers tear apart memories piece by piece. Pitch black tides of fury lash against my eclipsed soul. Silence dashed to pieces, evanescent tears I bleed. Erasing all life, immersed in this burning black. From darkest waters I soar, waiting to be revived. Floating endlessly through measured time. A deep burning thirst I feel inside. Finally here … … run ashored in the yesteryears.