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It was when I realized
that life has no meaning
no purpose, no quarry
... no answers...

And all the dreary night
that had befallen across
the land
I slipped into a revery
a web of human hand

You longed to soar up high
to caress the silky winds
to embrace and kiss as lovers
... the ether...

but fate with cursed hand
has struck wretch apon your head
this wretch has been the day
you were born (human)

I live my life alone
and all it's misery
until the day I turn to stone
I shall die alone
among the wilderness

It was when I realized
apon my waking eyes
no nightmare of mankind
can harm me...

I live my life alone
among the wilderness
until the day i turn to stone
Life is but a dream
among the wilderness

... I spread my golden wings
set sail my weightless form
and soar into the cosmos
... Forevermore...


The shallow voice of the wind
cries between these ebony wings
The shallow cries of the win
sing a swansong for mankind

Shine on morning skyfire
ablaze this final day
The autumnal end, the dawn of man
The centuries fade below my feet

I soared above them
as they worthlessly poured
thought from a chalice
as wisdom would flow,
twilight would come to pass
drink oh hallowed cup of life

Shine on evening skyfire
paint the sky with the blood of a raven
bereavement, oh garment of ebony
as embers dress the dusk of man...


... Blood on my hands...

I walked in the shadows
'neth an azure midnight sky
I walked in the shadows
to abscond a life not my own
I walked in the night
this life I hate

Destroy this life, this life I hate
return me to the womb
thy crystalline will
has finally shattered
As spring rain paints itself
on the canvas of youth
it's snowing still in my heart

Will I ride the summer winds
or dance apon the crimson horizon
will I find paradise in hell ?
If I go deep into the woods
If I go to this cabin

As scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning
and infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood
As prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom
and battle forth towards a brighter dawn

Take me away from here
... Falling...
... Soaring...

If I go deep into the woods
If I go to this cabin
If I go deep into the woods
If I go will you follow ?

... Falling...
... Soaring...
Take me away from here

(This blood) on my hands
to celebrate my passing
My soul shall bleed
for eternity
... in silence...


... It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...

Is this life the pillor I must bear ?
To grow in this wretched world ?
... With hate each day I burn...
The birds above, they ride the winds
And from each piercing talon dangles a soul

The stone awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug myself
The birds sing their requiems
Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night

Let me dig my own grave
Let me, oh precious noose of mine
You are my mother, whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility
An endless winter night
A bitter, black frozen hell
For me
Forever !

Is this the pillor I must bear ?
To die on this fucking world ?
... With hate I die and burn...
The birds above, they caress the winds
They lend me the wisdom to fly...






Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten...

From which of this oak shall I hang myself ?
These ebon halls are always dark...
From which frostbitten bough shall I die ?

As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown

No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble

These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now

Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates

As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears

No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world

It was the light's end


It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony
I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods

The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your sweet face
Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death

She had spoken to the dawn
Her words wisped in tongues of the wind

And then silence...
Pale clouds betrothed the dawn
Black rain fell
The birds wore masks

The haunting stain of her woe
Had burned itself into the oak
Night had gone
Bereaved, I was torn for her

One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance
The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter
She faded before my eyes
Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight
And the melancholy rain still pours forever on...