Forbidden Nocturne

No... Don't touch it.
Keep the lid closed.
They said this chord summons a storm.
Nonsense. Superstitions of old fools.
But why then... do my hands tremble?
...To hell with it.


Dust coats the floorboards like ash from a fire long dead,
The air in this empty hall tastes of copper and lead.
I'm here alone. Just me and this crippled machine.
Who dares to forbid me from sounds that are yet to be seen?

No witnesses here, the moths ate the curtains away,
The caretaker sleeps, he is deaf and has nothing to say.
I hunt for the key, I seek out the flat note, the prize,


My fingers remember the route, though I didn't ask,
This isn't music—it’s a survival task.
Not for applause, not for flowers in the foyer...
I play for my life.
I am on the edge.
On the wire!

Припев
Don't play if you want to live life in peace.
It’s a predator's confession, not a dog on a leash.
Forbidden Nocturne!
It sounds filthy, but worthy and raw,
Tearing to shreds every limit and law.
Let the roof collapse, let the lights fade to black—
In this play, there is no turning back!


The keys are yellowed, like fangs that are rotten and old,
Waiting for me to commit the great sin I was told.
Notes fall into line like the strikes of a pickaxe on stone,
I shatter the silence just to claim the unknown.

Who whispered of justice and laws of the higher court?
In this octave, rules are cut brutally short.
The sound cuts the space like a knife distinct and rust,
You won't leave this place.
You are turned to dust.
You adjust!


One bar... Two bars...
Heart skips a beat.
Three bars... Four...
Reality melts in the heat.


I hear how the walls are cracking at the seams!
I won't give this rhythm to anyone's dreams!
This is my poison! This is my bread!
I was deaf before, but now blind instead—
From the flash inside!

Припев
Forbidden Nocturne!
Don't play if you want to sleep soundly tonight.
It’s a madman’s choice, not a creator’s right!
Forbidden Nocturne!
I pay for it dearly, with pride,
Playing this hand till the very last stride.



It is done...


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