C / Celéne / The Rrelinquished Celebration
Rise above, you humane selfish love Recruiting renaissance, so bold and so intense, in grief Rise and shine, your bleak light so divine Pitiful masquerade,shady words harshly made, in doom
Infused absurdity in gestures of grin Disguised in liberal colours of sin Emerging from black seas of sick fantasies Tarnished,discordant,expanding disease
“Hassle the wounds of thorns and merely heavy breath”
Under opaque apses,perpetualrelapses,how many more tears to spill Misled and so denied, the view of rightful-eyed,no more perception of real
Discord and perfidy, horrid malingering, forthcoming visciousness in dusk’s supremacy
Red upon the eye, horror in the sight Movements convulsive and aggressive tense Torches in the night, fading far from sight as dark’s getting even viscous and immense
evensongs sound , far somewhere out dismal ravines and imposing hills anxious strife, no signs of life, but one stone chapel imbued with thrills
dreams mere fallen apart, this barely beating heart, mariband won’t see another dawn these walls of fondness and love , will soon in wrongness, unjust and ruthlessly torn down
Agony keeps awake Behold, they overtake
There goes by and above the perception of the shady rules of being Which slips away in stifing moments in this dark nocturnal sea Then departed we will be but this judgemental plea The torture of this martyrdom over their heads shall be
House of faith, worship shrine, place of purity from goods derive Now enclosed by voracious flames, bloodstained altar bier of insolent shame
“And they rushed in the twilight, set the fire to the walls , and the night enlightened in a hellish glow The moon reddened and spilled its grief on the winter sky” Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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