On the skies beset with maleficent gloom Pregnant storm clouds at duskfall break The night ripe with darkness in full pompous bloom As ponderous bolts of lightning awake
Stentorian thunders roar in tongues And the rain's somniferous voice seems never to fade Its cancerous sorrows so harmonically arranged Like an endless descant on my lamentations greyed
Words plummet from grace, whilst heaven cries Raindrops eloquent, extravagant and wise Etched in the decaying echoes of infinity From bleak abysmal poems woven like scars
Exhilarating delusions drowned in worthless efforts Are pouring like clean sacrificial blood Onto the shrines of oblivion, from where moribund desires Shall escape to south, where save but shadows bud
Omnipresent the claws of the raging storm Tear now at my heart racked with disease Making delicate morsels for the chthonic void to devour My inner sanctum is raped to its knees
In eternal rainfall our destinies entwine For since birth all hope is heading towards the circle of nine Couldn't care less for for the sun, when clouds are my tomb Gloaming my abode, and shroud my costumeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
