Antipath - Winterhorde

Through the Opera House narrow corridors

He walks alone

Leaving an empty stage and vivid lights

Forty three years old, but nobody’s at home, as he returns

To drink his desperate love away tonight

As every other night…

God has turned your back to me

Why can’t you see?

I’m alone in this world

And this world is so cruel to me

Ah… Broken fantasies

Torn in between

The embodied dreams and illusive reality

Boring Hell

Satan asked for an orchestra

Boring Hell…

Giving a languid glance at gathering fancy crowd

As every night

In the royal box, like the ghost from distance past

Her precious and indifferent face in a faded light

Like an ancient mask

Had blown his mind away with sudden blast

Forgotten pain of lust…

Under the autumn skies of Prague

Completely wet and drunk

On roof, concealed by rain and fog

Speaks tete-a-tete to God

«I begged for mercy every night

But you denied my call

You’re deaf and selfish Antipath

Let Satan take my soul»

God has turned your back to me

Why can’t you see?

I’m alone in this world

And this world is so cruel to me

Ah… broken fantasies

Torn in between

The embodied dreams and illusive reality

Boring Hell

Satan asked for an orchestra

Boring Hell…