Portal to Myself (ft. Andrey)

Atmospheric Djent, Cinematic, Svambahicore

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Lyrics by Andrey Rostovsky, adaptation by Svambahi. 
Original song: https://suno.com/s/J0nSceBTHs32Kdkc

«Portal to myself”

I draw with my blood on a cold canvas sheet,
Searching for my reflection in emptiness deep.
The stitch of the pentagram — my inner cry,
So the abyss may see my true face in the light.

The fires went out, and in that same breath,
An ancient whisper crept into my depth.
A silent crucifix on black iron nails,
In my eyes — my own fear, which never fails.

Let shadows gather in a silent dance,
I wait for the portal to give me a chance.
No fear — only darkness pulls me near,
It holds me like a sister, gentle and clear.
The air is sharper than a steel knife's edge,
If my soul doesn't falter at the ledge,
The one who once scared me will become a friend,
Inside this magical, closed circle without end.

My hand trembled, but my will stayed whole,
Hope is as fragile as a blade of soul.
And what if beyond the door there's only void?
And no heartbeat rhythm to be enjoyed?

I no longer hide from the corners of night,
I've shed the weight of the usual fight.
Meeting yourself is the hardest of all,
When memory fades and no one will call.

Let reality crumble like an old cathedral wall,
I carry my silent conversation with the fall.
Accepting the shadow, being born from the mist,
Where feelings are needles that cut and persist.

Portal to myself…
Portal to myself…

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Lyrics by Andrey Rostovsky, adaptation by Svambahi. Original song: https://suno.com/s/J0nSceBTHs32Kdkc «Portal to myself” I draw with my blood on a cold canvas sheet, Searching for my reflection in emptiness deep. The stitch of the pentagram — my inner cry, So the abyss may see my true face in the light. The fires went out, and in that same breath, An ancient whisper crept into my depth. A silent crucifix on black iron nails, In my eyes — my own fear, which never fails. Let shadows gather in a silent dance, I wait for the portal to give me a chance. No fear — only darkness pulls me near, It holds me like a sister, gentle and clear. The air is sharper than a steel knife's edge, If my soul doesn't falter at the ledge, The one who once scared me will become a friend, Inside this magical, closed circle without end. My hand trembled, but my will stayed whole, Hope is as fragile as a blade of soul. And what if beyond the door there's only void? And no heartbeat rhythm to be enjoyed? I no longer hide from the corners of night, I've shed the weight of the usual fight. Meeting yourself is the hardest of all, When memory fades and no one will call. Let shadows gather in a silent dance, I wait for the portal to give me a chance. No fear — only darkness pulls me near, It holds me like a sister, gentle and clear. The air is sharper than a steel knife's edge, If my soul doesn't falter at the ledge, The one who once scared me will become a friend, Inside this magical, closed circle without end. Let reality crumble like an old cathedral wall, I carry my silent conversation with the fall. Accepting the shadow, being born from the mist, Where feelings are needles that cut and persist. Let shadows gather in a silent dance, I wait for the portal to give me a chance. No fear — only darkness pulls me near, It holds me like a sister, gentle and clear. The air is sharper than a steel knife's edge, If my soul doesn't falter at the ledge, The one who once scared me will become a friend, Inside this magical, closed circle without end. Portal to myself… Portal to myself…

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