Showcase from Burning Tears by Narrow Cold

Beneath the cold, unyielding glass, we stand,
A gallery of souls shaped by unseen hands
Each breath a trial, each heartbeat a test,
A stage where sorrow outlasts the rest

Joy, fleeting as a moth’s brief flight,
Flickers and fades in the crushing night
He weight of despair cuts deeper than bliss,
For in our torment, we know what we miss

We are one in this prison, bound by design,
Showcase of mortals, resigned to decline
The wounds of anger, the scars of regret,
Mark the moments we’ll never forget
We chase the light, but it slips away,
Lost in the trials of another day of gray
We are one in this prison, bound by design
Showcase of mortals, resigned to decline
We are like puppets, bound in shame,
Living each day with meaningful blame

In this display, we all remain,
Bound to the cycle of joy and pain
No lasting warmth, no peace to claim,
Only the shadows that speak our name

To fade in grief, to crumble with years,
Drenched in the flood of unending tears

And when we accept it, as broken we will fall,
The end will greet us, the same for us all

We are one in this prison, bound by design,
Showcase of mortals, resigned to decline
No glory in age, no victory won,
Just shadows remain when all is done
We are all the same
Waiting our end in that only frame

• Metal
• melodic death doom metal
• Zadar