Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold
I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal
Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come
Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline
Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal
And bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline Dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine
Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed
Nightfall is dressed in fantasy
Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation
Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip
Nightfall is blessed with majesty
This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled
Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it
Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse
And Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb Dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine
Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean
Nightfall is best left to telestic needs
Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls
Revive my mortared soul
Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now
Wester, Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine
Wester, Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal
And bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester VespertineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
