Gardens Of Gehenna
Dead Body Music
1. Requiem
And while the sun is falling I drink
to the eclipse of my mind,
each breath's a torture, I'm sinking
into bittersweet oblivion.
Giants we were, inaccessible,
out of the reach of gods and demons,
heroes we were, in shining armour,
full of confidence and belief.
And while the red stones cry I fall
into a world of grey.
Into the stiffened silence I call
for me, for you, for us.
And while the tide is low I try
to get to the other side.
You left me behind, I'm crying
while the flood is drowning me.
Majesties we were, full of glory,
in a crystal solitude,
martyrs we were, bleeding as one,
you for long, me forever.
And while the red stones cry I fall
into a world of grey.
Into the stiffened silence I call
for me, for you, for us.
2. Iesaiah 14:12
Aqua et igni interdictus
in saecula seculorum.
Damnant quod non intelligunt,
oderint dum metuant.
How art thou fallen from heaven,
oh Lucifer, son of the morning.
A confident of your regent
born from beauty, first of them all,
a prince, a dignatory
before your sudden fall.
You always were wondering
why the best don't reach the crown,
what's the reason for the triumph
of the weakest and slowest?
Aqua et igni interdictus
in saecula seculorum.
Damnant quod non intelligunt,
oderint dum metuant.
How art thou fallen from heaven,
oh Lucifer, son of the morning.
You tried to change the rules,
you tried to prove there is no reason
to condemn wisdom and perception,
and that the thirst for knowledge is not high treason.
The seventh day they came to judge you,
the pigeons tried to slay the falcon.
You were the first of all who bled,
when heaven lost it's innocence.
Damned forever,
sentenced, cursed,
'cause they do not understand.
But may they hate as long as they fear.
How art thou fallen from heaven,
oh Lucifer, son of the morning.
3. Tod Und Teufel
Furien gleich am blauschwarzen Himmel
durchreiten auf Wolken Dämonen die Nacht,
getragen vom Haß aus den Tiefen der Seelen,
dürstend nach Rache, erfüllt von Macht.
Rufe den um Gnade an,
dem Du einst Dein Leben weihtest,
daß er Dir zur Seite stehe,
daß er Dir die Angst vertreibe.
Auf dunklen Schwingen naht das Böse,
Tod und Teufel,
das letzte Lebenslicht erlischt,
tanze den Abschied, tanze den Tod.
4. Gethsemane
The evening swallows the last light
and from out of the incarnadine
forlornness creeps into my mind
where doubt dwells.
The light is dreaming of reincarnation,
the night is dropping through the window pane
and a cruel invisible chain
enervates me.
And the river tears me down,
and the waves clash over me,
I floating down, sad and slowly,
home to my Gethsemane.
Beside the life I'm living now
there is another one that could have been,
a brighter one I've never seen,
a paradise.
Thoughts wither like autumn leaves,
full of sorrow they fall off from me,
fall with my tears, my sanity
into the river.
And the river tears me down,
and the waves clash over me,
I floating down, sad and slow,
home to my Gethsemane.
My soul is haunted by wolves,
and is ravened mercilessly.
In the last eclipse I can guess
where the river ends.
5. Beautiful Blackness
Warm shadows put their arms around me
when the night comes falling down.
When darkness is a single tear
I wear my sadness like a crown.
Convoke my pain back to the court,
I am the king of all my fears,
and I'm waiting, moribund,
for the blackness comeing near.
I had to fight with the monster inside,
the poison spread by the beast in my head.
And I`ve decided to give back my life,
'cause there must be a better reality.
The night is oppressive and all the creatures
of former nightmares gather around.
Beautiful blackness falls upon me
now that finally I`ve found
a way out of this vale of woe,
a chance to start again in a different way,
to leave behind all agony.
In beautiful blackness I will stay.
I had to fight with the monster inside,
the poison spread by the beast in my head.
And I`ve decided to give back my life,
'cause there must be a better reality.
6. Lacrimae Rerum
From a thousand wounds I'm bleeding.
The stench of decay hangs over me.
Desperation floes from out af all pores.
There is nothing left of ...me.
My hopes like falcons
with their mighty wings broken,
my thoughts like corpses
trampled down on a battle field,
my life like a Valkyrie
skinned and abused,
me just a shadow.
Mediocrity's miasma
has touched upon me.
My life is poisened
and you are the ground.
I am not willing
to bear you anymore,
and so I leave you
and the dirt around.
Lacrimae rerum,
palida mors.
My dreams you've stolen, my visions killed,
there is nothing left of what I called my home.
Regards I've been given from down below,
a dark star will guide me from now on.
7. From A Silent Yearning Dark
Every defeat's a little death.
It's a disaster for the weak,
but for me it's just a challenge,
a passage to another me.
And therefore, rouged with blood and ashes,
I'm singing on my way to hell,
I'm dancing toward Golgatha,
I'm guided by an inner knell.
There are many shades of black
and that I use the signs you've chosen,
that I'm talking in your tongue,
doesn't mean that you're my friend.
I don't want your fucking pity,
'cause one gets it for a song,
but your jealousy honours me,
for which I`ve been working hard and long.
From a silent Yearning dark
a secret, mighty spell is born.
Beneath a red sky burning cold
from my ashes I will rise.
8. Dust Of Life
The marks of life burnt into
the bleeding flesh, the crying soul,
the wounds and pain relieved by you
gave me the strength to reach my goal.
The spell of the thoughts
they never will know,
the might of the spirit
they never will share.
With their feet on the ground
they never will touch the stars,
wherever they turn to
I've been there long before.
But those who reached my heart
encouraged me to carry on.
Anyone who touched my wit
became a mate, a chosen one.
Hail to you out there,
somewhere in the dust of life,
I bend my knee respectfully
to you out there, you gods, you friends.
To walk the path that`s not illuminated
requires strength that feeds on me,
to break the rules with pride and willingly
brings on their hate and jealousy.
Not to be just one of the common herd,
not to let others control my fate,
they don't understand and they do not accept me,
and in the shades the vultures wait.
But those who reached my heart
encouraged me to carry on.
Anyone who touched my wit
became a mate, a chosen one.
Hail to you out there,
somewhere in the dust of life,
I bend my knee respectfully
to you out there, you gods, you friends.
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