The Gathering: [The Lonely father] “It’s getting bloody, stop moving around” His life is fading away [The Lonely father] “You will die, just give in – face the end” Lifeless, mangled – his body gets numb Lethal injection, those haunting blue eyes: [The Lonely father] “My son’s eyes!!!” Carving them out. The dead need no sight And thus his flames have been fed. Lamentation of the lonely father: [The Lonely father] “And it hurts, I grieve With one path to relief But guilt weighs more than I could ever conceive And it hurts, I despair Finding solace is rare My deeds are the hair-shirt I constantly wear” Funeral hymn: In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni. The patching of corpses: Limb after limb, Corpse constructed anew. [The Lonely father] “At last, it looks like my son” His pale skin and blue eyes, rise my child Constructed and born of nine usurped lives Fatherless, innocent, nine little lambs Dis-mem-bered! Patched them together, the vessel I crave Follow the light, acts you cannot amend Lamentation of the lonely father: [The Lonely father] “And it hurts, I grieve With one path to relief But guilt weighs more than I could ever conceive And it hurts, I despair Finding solace is rare My deeds are the hair-shirt I constantly wear” A dialogue with the dead: [The Son] “Please take me home Please take me back from here I will never rest in peace… Father, I need you!” [The Lonely father] “Here is a vessel, my son I carved these eyes, for you Please breath and live, again My only son, rise anew!”
Solo: Zorn
Evocation of the dead son: The door cracks like thunder. [The Lonely father] “Is that you my son?” Signs from the greater beyond? [The Lonely father] “Please enter, embrace me, come my child!” “Let me caress you and all will be fine” [Officer of the Law] “Bring down this damn door… Seize that insane man!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
