Translate Email Print. Tetelestai Intro 2. Creatures Of The Mire 3. Venom Eye 4. Tempting The Wretch 5. Threnody 6. Bloodsmear 7. The Venus Orbit 8. Lightning Over Atlantis 9. Singing The Surrender Tetelestai Intro [Instrumental] 2. Creatures Of The Mire There is no foothold here in these miry depths; Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone. Frantic laughter bubbling throughout. Voice strained from screaming, parched and shrill.
With each breath comes an influx of my waste. Beasts sovereign; circling, searching for their feast. Their mouths foaming, sensing blood in the dirty water. It's the primal craving which prevails disgust. But how did I get here? The first Rainbows And Horseshoes (MONO) - R.C.
Bannon - Rainbows And Horseshoes oh so many questions. Delayed are the Mikael Rickfors - Hearthunters melodies, ensnared in this bog.
But this place is familiar. The sites, the sounds, the face of the beast. Breathing mirrors reflecting me, I share in their needs. The absence of love, abundance of filth. Left to consider the familiarity of my despair. Deprived innocence, I am deserving of this place. Entitlement, I have what I've chosen.
The virgin weeping, blackened eyes dripping contempt. Actions and disgraces, I have many faces here. The frowning masks of the tragedy, many faces here With one final glare my head slips under the mud. I reach, still finding nothing which I can grab to reach the surface again.
Dimming into dark is the heart that fades away, I sink into the darkest deep. Finally I give in to the hands touch, Embracing what they say. I submit to the nightmare of the mire, Finding solace in the choice To fall into breathing depths There Singing Surrender - Woe Of Tyrants - Threnody no foothold here in these miry depths; Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone.
Venom Eye An Singing Surrender - Woe Of Tyrants - Threnody eye, awakened cold on a path of Ruin that once was gold. Black mountains blocking the sun. Enveloped in decay what's devoid of life, The land is barren stone.
Tonight, the shadows are screaming discourse. But you can see it in the eyes, the onyx stones. I cannot fail, and embrace the world I aimed to change. A garden looms ahead of rocky soil, With spirits swirling in a dance. There is inherent mystery in a stone unturned. Serpents feign their sleeping, covered. The sound of weeping grants relief from the sting, A method ringing. Hesitation in engaging pursuit. The eye glows red, the action ensues. Coated in mold, lungs resonate the sounds of the mire.
Behold the transformation alive behind these eyes. In the moment there's a time for reflection, To bathe in the pressing instants conviction.
I've come to terms with the very real change Within the tombs, the climate anew. There's ash within the rain, falling with autumn tears. The lanterns of Дедушка - Various - Кругозор №8/1983 (Flexi-disc) night burning sulfur eyes, Halting glaciers freeze.
The embers dance the stars, fusing of worlds Worlds once apart. An open eye, Awakened cold on a path of ruin that once was gold. In the somber dusk revealed is the shadow's scheme, Silencing reason. Tempting The Wretch Heeding the call of my resilient foe, Absorbing the sound of the melodies silent. All of my dreams turning scarlet, My screams startling allies in the pale of the moon.
I'm contemplating what I've seen; the bright of the morning That survived the night. Dreams remembered in fragments. Shards of glass reflect Shards of glass reflecting the pale of the moon. In the pale of Singing Surrender - Woe Of Tyrants - Threnody moon, I dance amongst damned. This dance of the dead, the melodies guiding me, Playing unheard, dead in the pale of the suffering moon.
With this revelation, I feel even more at the brink of Singing Surrender - Woe Of Tyrants - Threnody. These things in the darkness that I cannot see nor resist. Dancing with fire, resting in the ash that coats my skin. Brings me to life again. Awaken screaming in the darkest of the night. The fire heats the sky, Lifting me into a conscious nightmare.
Revealing that the windows still in tact, The murals not defiled, the window to The soul has not been broken. Warmth outstanding candlelight, The flicker on the Singing Surrender - Woe Of Tyrants - Threnody A better sense of the apathy in the corner of the room. The door creaks, barely heard as I shiver in my skin.
The candle dancing violent now as if it somehow has heard. This is vengeance, this is beauty somehow defiled. This is the culmination of What I've seen, how quickly white fades To gray within what fathers the wiles of the devil. A farce of this dark memory, the wiles of the devil, The wiles of the devil.
Heeding the call, now I'm a flurry spinning about the room. The glass cutting into my feet as I embrace the fall into the floor. Descend, remember, the sound of the whisper In your ear Now I'm a flurry spinning about the room. The glass cutting into my feet. As I embrace the fall it crumbles away. Descend, remember, the sound of the whisper in your ear.
I stare at the walls alive, moving about to a beat I must resist. Refusing every advance, slipping hopeful back to sleep. My eyes shut, I sense the cold, with whispers in my ear. Threnody Singing woe to me and my crimson needs, The shallow waters warm quickly in the sun. What a process to undivine. The season that refuses life In the depths of the furthest reach There's a hall to be found where the portraits scream. Each reflecting the memory of a soul I've laid to waste. A red lantern sparks a fire towards a Doorway down the hall.
Stepping into darkest keep, Lungs constrict the chance Give It Back - Toni Braxton - More Than A Woman breathe.
The air is thick with threnody, a Fittorna På Tele2 - Massgrav - Still The Kings ridden hymn.
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