The Vision Bleak - From Wolf To Peacock

The heart,
the heart is old...

Antiqua nobilis et fortis Anima.

Precious and strong, unrivaled heart.
Invincible and never wrong,
wise from the start!

Antiqua nobilis et fortis Anima.
The heart, the heart is old...

Let loose from the chain!
Untamed and arcane is my ancient heart.
Most sublime blood in endless flood,
through my ancient heart.

Fire and flame of unwavering aim.
My ancient heart, my ancient heart.

Antiqua nobilis et fortis Anima.
The heart, the heart so pure...

Most sublime blood in endless flood,
through my ancient heart.
Let loose from the chain!
Untamed and arcane is my ancient heart.

Ravishing pride, the Self undefiled.
In my ancient heart, the ancient heart. Открыть страницу с текстом

Since the first of hours, of childhood and thereon.
In all my views and pond'rings, I have felt alone.
Beauty I had savored in other sights than all.
And a twisted grandeur I've seen in things that fall.

I always found fulfillment, being on my own.
And in my plays and passions I hit my distinct tone.
From their source of delights, peace I never found.
But from deep within me, my true self was unbound.

Enter the wolf!

Night hunt, so cold!
Wolf heart, so lone!

Soul eyes, so blind!
Dark star, so bright

Sprawling was my anger, being chained to their,
notions uniforms and ambitions so austere.
But that wrath transcended to a thing divine.
Creations and catharsis and pride, they were all mine.

Pride alike the peacock, I felt it to the core.
From every cell and marrow, its results did outpour.
Like the bird's adornment the wheel magnificent.
It had manifested in beauty of no end.

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I know the entrance to a place,
where dark shadows reign!
Once you've fallen in disgrace,
in their spell you will remain.

Tartaros, chasm vast!
Tartaros, abyss of past!

Tartaros, Tartaros!

Trembling, naked I lie!
Licked by tongues of flames so cold.
Here abandon has no ally!
Notions so cruel that endlessly unfold.

Where the pain, where regret,
where the dark compulsion dwells!

Tartaros, Tartaros!

There is no exit from this place,
Where past shadows dwell!
For in their tight embrace,
lies the deepest Hell.

Where the pain, where regret,
where the dark is the truth!

Tartaros, no way to flee.
Tartaros, abyss within me.
Tartaros, no way to flee.
Tartaros, abyss within me. Открыть страницу с текстом

Step into the dark, drag yourself along the twine.
That's been out there and was spun for you since a long time.
Allow the pain, so agony can teach its exalted secrecy.
Overcome the fear, take yourself into the great maelstrom's whirling eye.

With mind aloof and heart aflame,
I shall never be the same.
Into the unknown where the obscure reigns,
I shall never be again, the same again!

Nocturnal pathways call, hear them now, summon you.
Heavy fogs that enshroud the mind, dim your view.
Look upward and from the firmament, pluck the stars inflame.
From the light and from the dark within, you will know your very name.

With mind aloof and heart aflame,
I shall never be the same.
Into the unknown where the obscure reigns,
I shall never be again.

With mind aloof and heart aflame,
I shall never be the same.
Into the unknown where the obscure reigns,
I shall never be again, the same again!

I shall never be the same!
I shall never be again, the same again! Открыть страницу с текстом

Where stars are spreading and the lure
of the moon's dim light
Is in all things and the obscure
becomes the ray of night

Haunted by the light of day
Afflicted by its glare
Longing for the mystic stay
Of the midnight fair

With a radiance and glow
Darkness does appear
Undreamt of grace it does bestow
To the nocturnal sphere

Aus dunklem Schwingen
Schatten entfacht
Ihr Sphärenklingen
Zu Ehr gedacht

Wo Sternenkreisen
und Mondes Macht
Die Dinge weisen
Im Schein der Nacht

Unburdened and unstrained to me
Is its saturnine loom
The absence of the world's debris
Turns anguish into bloom

A luster dim shines soothingly
Through the curtains blue
Beyond compare in its beauty
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Thy soul shall find itself alone,
mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone.
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry,
into thine hour of secrecy.
(Edgar Allan Poe) Открыть страницу с текстом

Moonrise, at last.
Sufferer, join the enigma.
Nightfall, the call.
Ponderer unto the omega.

In the truthful light of this starlit hall,
I am yet to fall!

Until the stars die, until the fate.
Until the end's nigh and all the hollow mirth is spent.
Until the sun fails, until the worm.
Until the earth hails, until my body shall descent.

Here I am king!
Here I am truth alone.

Star-dome extend!
Wanderer into night transcend.
When silence then encompasses all,
I am yet to fall!

Here I am king!
Here I am truth alone.

Fall, fall!
Light is gone
Fall and fall!
O' dying sun.

Fall, fall!
Light is gone
Fall and fall!
O' dying sun.

Darkness, be my guest!
When all the hollow noise,
the soundless shrieks,
and senseless words are gone.

Gazing up into the stars,
into velvet crimson skies.
Conducting from the earth,
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There is a ghost in me
that can not rest
His spook is violent
So is his behest
to never leave
his gaunt embrace
Ever to rule
my turbid days

Into this haunt so cold
To Nightmares thousandfold

Raging through me
in fervid lunacy
My sleepless nights
Accursed to be
His tongueless mouth
speaks to me inside
With poisoned words
Forever to abide

The Ghost In Me
A wraith within
The Ghost In Me
For none to see

Cold sweat drips
On fever ride
Bloodless lips
and demon eyed

There is a ghost in me
it lives under my skin
I strongly feel
our dreadful kin
Repentless foe
that I have born
For thee I find
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Like a drapery falling downward,
the dark spreads out in exquisite elegance.
Melancholy reaching climax,
betimes you feel its wraith in all the elements.

Aflame, the heavens seem to burn now untamed.
While the earth is clad in a luscious blueish dress.
Ignite, these candles need to burn now.
The night unveils its echoing spook of death!

We are the kindred of the sunset.
We are to fade!
We seem like a blackened silhouette.

We are the children of the sunset!
We know we are,
to burn a blaze of night ahead.

We are the kindred of the sunset!
We are the children of the sunset!

We are to fade, we seem...
We know, we are to burn...

Nocturnal haze is coming forth,
a ghost devouring my secrecies.
Gliding over fields as mist,
wailing grievously.

Extinct, the heavens seem to burn no more.
The earth is clad in a funeral dress.
Elapse, the hourglass got turned once more.
So pleased we sip the elixir of death.

We are the kindred of the sunset.
We are to fade!
We seem like a blackened silhouette.

We are the children of the sunset!
We know we are,
to burn a blaze of night ahead.

We are the children of the sunset!
We are the kindred of the sunset!
A blackened silhouette! Открыть страницу с текстом

Forgotten and forlorn, graveyard corridors.
Remains with mold adorn, voiceless orators.

Been haunting here so long.
Observing everything decompose.
Tombstones that sink into the ground,
until they are all gone.

Assimilating stillness into grave poetry.
In these vaults so lightless, being home to me.

This is my kingdom!
Reich of the dead!
Where shapes sepulchral,
in patience outspread.

The Quietus, the fall!
O' ruin and decay.
Ash and dust, earth and stone!
O' gray pits of dismay.

Time has no sense in the realm of the dead.
Where silver-tonqued souls are quietly met.

This is my kingdom!
Reich of the dead!
Shrouded in myth,
the idle imbed. Открыть страницу с текстом