Forge Ahead from Midnight by Toward The Throne

I carry my sorrow in silence, unseen,
A fortress outside, but crumbling within.
The sun is rising, and I feel the dread,
Again it's another day to forge ahead.

Running, always running from the pain,
Chasing echoes that call again.
Forge ahead, lost instead,
Tomorrow leads to another distress.

The sunset falls, a moment to breathe,
A fleeting peace, or anxious reprieve.
Drowning thoughts, now I dread the thread,
Driven to the light beyond, I forge ahead.

Running, always running from the pain,
Chasing echoes that call again.
Forge ahead, lost instead,
Tomorrow leads to another distress.
No end in sight, just more to forge ahead.

• Atmospheric Black Metal
• Atmospheric Death Metal
• Black Metal
• Blackened Death Metal
• Death Metal
• Metal
• France