Marquesse - The Veiled Moon Rises

Night has come
Oppressive in its gloom
I make my way into the forest
Towards the heart of the darkness
I feel the silence envelop me

I step into the clearing
Stars above cold and silent
Draped in a freezing cloudy mist
I begin the ritual

Hours pass and I feel nothing
Crestfallen, I bow my head low
Until I feel the warmth surround me
I open my eyes

In wonder and awe
I lie in divine reverie
I have seen a sight to behold
A flame of splendour and glory

A flame of splendour and glory
A flame, a flame
A flame of splendour and glory Открыть страницу с текстом

I stand beneath a curtain of stars
Unfeeling and cruel in their magnificence
Their desolation mirrors the void in my heart
That confirms a meaningless existence

A life of promise
Now reveals a hollow emptiness
Despair, misery and suffering
A pale mockery of this life, of this existence, of this pathetic lie

Freezing wind, rustling trees
Clouds gather, the stars are veiled
A vision emerges from the gloom
A dazzling spectre of regal majesty

The burden of my existence is no more
My heart is filled with gladness
For I have awakened from this nightmare
I will follow him until my eternal death Открыть страницу с текстом

Ancient spells echo in windowless halls
Deathly serpents lurk in shadows
An aura of pervading gloom and malice
Still the silent watchers await

Harness the evil in the heart of man
With visions of eternal life
Premonitions of magnificence
Mere puppets on a string

The watchers stir, their silence broken
Black robed and dreadful to behold
The crawling thing within the circle
Utters a scream, a scream of anguish

For endless eons it has remained dormant
Awaiting the eternal winter
When all life is bowed in submission
And a new reign begins

This solitude is unending
I long for an end to this torment
But soon the throne atop the highest tower
Will crash into the deepest sea Открыть страницу с текстом

A shadow falls across the earth
Tonight the dead will awaken
Tortured slumber and restless dreams
Awaiting an end to eternity

The veiled moon rises
Its light bleak and cold
Illuminates a ghastly horror
A silent morbid procession

Awaken
Sleeper
Awake
From death
Awaken
Sleeper
Awake
To life

Their eyes have seen his glory and his majesty
His reign will begin when death is life, when they are one Открыть страницу с текстом