Dark Mirror Ov Tragedy - Through The Mist That Reigns

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
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God has never been dead, nor born

For his godhood would not have allowed
All these filth and misery to be unleashed here.

Those in disguise as holy men
Let others suffer and thirst for death
Rather than paying such pain for survival,
In order to fulfil their own twisted desires.

With conscience buried in oblivion,
They apatheosize themselves and smile
Obscene, ugly and abominable.

I am dying to scream out
My distress they would not hear at all,
This painful feeling of helplessness.

As the plague defeats the sunlight,
The perfume of death still spreads out,
All over the once sacred land,
Just not sensible ever.

And there echoes another bloody wail far beyond.

Wish it were a nightmare, yet hopeless,
And the reality could neither be worse or better.

The rueful deceased have yet to find their shelter. Открыть страницу с текстом

Your eyes what flame cold
Closer and closer to me
All over my worthless being

Ever imagined what I would look like to you,
Am I smiling, am I smiling a cruel smile?

Come not nearer!
May peace be with us for good
And you shall praise me for my beauty
Again as ever and forever.

Irrevocable
As my shadow already cloacks
Your body fallen at my feet.
Now give me another look of scorn,
But if you dare, and I guess
You do not need to do.

No more worries, no more pathos,
My fair lady.
No more worries, no more pathos,
Close your eyes.
No more worries, no more pathos.

All your pain in my eyes,
All your grief in my eyes,
All your mirth in my eyes,
My eyes of the serpent that
Lusts for your soul.

Like a furious surge breaks itself,
Contempt and sneer that I see in your eyes
Swallow me deep into the underworld.

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Splendour in the Grass
Quotation from "ODE ON INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY"
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

What through the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind:

In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
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Through the mist that reigns,
I see you weeping and reflected.

Even my mortal scream for redemption
Could not unleas myself
And this suffocating yoke of painful memories
Has yet to be cast off, but so powerless am I.

I see you and you see me,
Embraced by grief and anguish,
And I still feel your heart beating,
Perhaps bleeding.

Let all my tears stream down so when they have dried out
I shall not suffer this penitence any longer.

Stream and shatter. Открыть страницу с текстом