It is but the flesh that lingers in the darkness In solitude amidst a broken mirror... As a flame is gently kindled with snow With oil upon the wicker lamp post...
C:
The budding of the early morning upon the copper colored ivory Softly reveals the shrouded eyes...
Erotic is the residue left from the prior morning As it kindles the forests fire...
Breath is constrained between the curtain of deaths lungs In a silent dance with the night...
Return to the silence of the abandoned oak In the shadow of this white mountain...
E 2:
The rape of beauty occurs as leaves gently drift From the ether forest to the silent stream With her eyes open to the heavens
Too see again is the lone desire of her heart As the cruel god does nothing in his power To stop the relentless torment
The bitter taste of the church remains As a call from the mosque sets forth the legions under way To destroy all that lies in their wake
So quietly did she wander, And yet in the softness of her steps she was taken To the emptiness of her grave...
B:
The curvature of the bodies that float on before fading candle light As if they were cruelly designed to commit suicide With a flickering oil canvas before their god forsaken eyes confined To dream of the warmth in a prison of leeches.
F:
Come and set me free from all that I have written For before my eyes the night has fallen and I witness The death of the lamb of god Before the cross she falls and suddenly dies
F-2:
The Earth is cold upon her skin As the men of god strike her down... To the depths of the wide eyed horizon
To embrace the endless darkness In the tracks of her shadow... She is left to die and wither all alone.
B:
By the light of the looming sun Upon the face of the jeering world As she is bound to the agarwood With blood and vomit exiting her mouth...
H:
I watch from the distance as the dogs blood rises
And fucking animals of inhuman nature
Despise the weakest of all with no remorse on their lips...
I wish to kill them all...
E 2:
She was the murderer set upon the second cross In the shadow of the Christ who hangs before the world With vile vinegar to his lips...
As he gently speaks to her in his prolonged passing While the Father denies all knowledge of their fleeting existance... Shall she not deny Him in return?
Naked and cold, her memory returns to that of snow In pure pallor she removes her clothes To become the martyr for nothing at all...
The rape of beauty occurs as leaves gently drift From the ether forest to the silent stream With her eyes open to the heavens...
B:
The soiled cunt is abandoned under the mud As the rain boils at her feet There is no longer a difference between life and death They are but the same.
C:
The sunrise fades into the distance As all beauty is cast away...
To the nearest shore a calm is looming With a gentle breeze to her throat...
Though the grave is none one would desire The stillness makes all breath into a wave...
Return to the silence of the abandoned oak In the shadow of this white mountain...
I:
The murky water rises above her chest (Sleep takes the hand of all) She is left to the eternal forest (Like a Snow White Morning Burning)
Raped by men of god before his own blind eyes (Sleep takes the hand of all) She has grown weary and her eyes have dried (Like a Snow White Morning Burning)
Under autumnal leaves and winters dry snow (Sleep takes the hand of all) Her funeral pyre is lit by the lust of evil men (Like a Snow White Morning Burning)
When all that is left is an empty cocoon (Sleep takes the hand of all) Even in death her memory will find no refuge (Like a Snow White Morning Burning).Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
