Enter the fogdraped silva, ye sanguine flames of dusk Carry me forth through the scent of dying flowers Vain are the words that this cordial silence recites When grief tinctured thoughts enshroud my voiceless sighs. Incline furtively into me, with no warmness of sympathy 'Tis not despise nor fear, what for the gloomy depths I foster Where my sanity parched and seer shall weep All defaced by soulscars incised so deep.
In yearning suppressed, where the art of vanishing lurks Reveries are blissful only when inearthed For dustless my frail wings are still ...slashed by barbed wire arms that once held me so dear.
Of dolorous dreams, ridden with sickness internal, I feed Grimly has the emotional volcano been smothered While remembrances beseech, and the illusions depart Wouldst thou hear the everhaunting rhymes From the stabwound in my heart?
Mine is not the triumph over hostile ranks around me But the formidable grasp of the all-devouring void inside Deliver me from it's claws tremendous! Cut me open forthwith! Release me! Release me!
Through the whirlwind of visions nondescript, I crawl As I kiss the freezing lips of solitude Onward to the cold hypnotic aurora Of towers exalted by crystallized distress.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
