This is a world blessed by the victims Of carnal tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration Dense-woven history
Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre she defined her presence With the lament of the undead When her eyes have bathed in danger And the moon had new design In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover I'll forever strive...
[Part Two]
Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung Dem Propheten - Der Fluch Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...
The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...
[Part Three]
Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star
In the shade of the abhorrent Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment When the moment dies There she gently approaches With the new meaning of life...
In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still
A flood of sentiments entwined Rattle thru my falling soul I slumber against the spirit of time Like a stranger in a foreign world!
In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the hour, when dusk disperses Its colors on the white statues
Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets And my fiery lips I'll freeze With the kiss of these unrivalled statues
"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again- Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?"
Come forth, Feline Mere moment of melancholy Drink deep of my desire The quenchless fire That unites our tameless embers...
Come forth, Feline Tortured by our final duet Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...
On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep Into its own startling solitude...
[Part Five]
Silent heart desires The balm that drives away the human waste Oh come, infidel duchess Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again
Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey
"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit"
...Returned into that park as a whole Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered
Death suddenly rises Annoyed that he couldn't save me He turns pale from envy
The seasons vanish and so does this story As the same poets hand raises the pen He pictured this spectacle with...
The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park Only two nightshades remaining - Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...
Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures The colors have seared - these pages, whereas The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand Which dutifully sealed
This episode's arcane End.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
