Diaries Of Primeval Tragedies Bishop Of Hexen текст и слова песни

Angry are the clouds which anesthetize

Former besetting episodes of assertive pain

An overwhelming blend of harmonious mirth & awe

Proclaims with much pride-dawn's out bursting rage


Cometh ye all astounded faces

I plea to thee-hear me now or nevermore

Poor puzzled pieces of human wreckage

Your wounds of heart & soul may heal-when shared


Surround me with your precious presence

My only request for now-is your dearest patience

Cull the words which portray your might

From miserable tiny pebbles-to stones of awesome sights


From rotting pallets filled with mold & mice

From grey hidden corners contaminated by the diseases of the soul which

dies

Red shiny ink spills our luxuriant opera on-yellow dusty pages

Bathe with sweet nectar flowing from-aching mind-cages


Looking back-glaring at life

All these years of death-from Christs murderous knife

The drought which, bit by bit, gnawed our pride-

Insulting holy lies which poisoned meadows of the true dark-guide


Absorb with joy-the sweet new blood

Filling every heart-beat and instincts-slumber yet starved

Find me your poets, bring forth your bards

Let them sing kisses of evil to other world-parts


I can hear the owl recite

Diaries of primeval tragedies which confide

Truth & knowledge of matters we must tend

In theaters of witchcraft-we pretend


The craving of dreams to form the prophecy

Open vein-shaped roads resembling our complex-conspiracy

The rythem of the march excite to tears in our eyes

Don't other dare bark towards us-lest we rid them like flies


See my trembling cut open fingers