Epica

The Phantom Agony

[I. Impasse of Thoughts]

I can’t see you, I can’t hear you

Do you still exist?

I can’t feel you, I can’t touch you,

Do you exist?

The Phantom Agony

I can’t taste you, I can’t think of you,

Do we exist at all?

[II. Between hope and despair]

The future doesn’t pass

And the past won’t overtake the present

All that remains is an obsolete illusion

We are afraid of all the things that could not be

A phantom agony

Do we dream at night

Or do we share the same old fantasy?

I am a silhouette of the persen wandering in my dreams

Tears of unprecedented beauty

Reveal the truth of existence

We’re all sadists

The age-old development of consciousness

Drives us away from the essence of life

We meditate too much,

so that our instincts will fade away

They fade away

What’s the point of life

And what’s the meaning if we all die in the end?

Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?

Tears of unprecedented beauty

Reveal the truth of existence

We’re all pessimists

Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me

What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony

[III. Nevermore]

The lucidity of my mind has been revealde in new dreams

I am able to travel where my heart goes

In search of self-realisation

This is the way to escape from our agitation

And develop ourselves

Use your illusion and enter my dream…

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