Hortus Animae
The Melting Idols
1. Luciferian Twilight
All is strange, almost abnormal, I smell no odour. There’s only an odd light outside. I feel no pain because I’ve already suffered too much. Day becomes night and I feel its decline start. With Leviathan’s breath on my neck, it’s making me repent to be here now. But all is lost. There’s only an odd light outside. Do you feel its presence? Twilight embraces shadows. And I become numb as the frowned eyes of Lucifer that look outside with mine. I feel nothing to the world, what am I living inside? I feel so estranged, so alone. Listen to the dead beatings from my heart. I incarnate pain, suffering… Why… Suffering… Inside. The veil is bare, bones become ashes and the shroud that awaits for me offers nothing but frost. There’s only an odd light outside. Outside the window. Outside my soul.
2. The Bless Of Eternal Bleeding
Indefinite beings to the non-return point or beings not completely dead. Vegetating by choice or mummified in state of perennial suffering. Where pain’s not endured but sought after with morbid perseverance, just to survive. Maybe the only practicable way to continue to survive in a world where the sun no more rises, where motionless creatures are condemned to contemplate the nothing. To them I speak, to them I offer my demise, once again I pray by their side, they are lost in space and time “Shamelessly I call to thee, to speak to thee our tragedy” To them I speak, to them I offer my demise “Shamelessly I call to thee, to speak to thee our tragedy” Once again I pray by their side, they are lost in space and time “Shamelessly I call to thee and you’ll speak my name with tragedy” To them I speak, to them I offer my demise, once again I pray by their side and thy happy side is like suicide to me. As a rosary recited in the opposite way, a deviate ritual perpetrated for centuries. In the day when eternal damnation was chosen, which forces them to live with the dead. And now the time has arrived, the time for me to die. To them I offer my still life, now and for always. And I offer them my demise, there’s no more time to cry, I’ll find my peace by their side. Bleeding eternally.
3. Cruciatus Tacitus
PSALM: A requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candle’s dumb. I wanna see it burn, I wanna feel them burn like the fire burning in my eyes.
Spirits, I don’t wanna see the light of heaven but I wanna see the pain coming out from her eyes. Powers of obscurity, listen to my prayer and give me time for revenge. Spirits, she’ll become insane, her nerves shall yield. In this night of dismal glimmer I invoke malediction. They've let her young beauty fade away.
Velvet skin, withering. Her bloody hate shall turn again in mortal venom. Sacred lust, blooming. The trial is silent. Funeral procession, all dressed in black but white are tears. Unsilent, dip the air of brackish lies. The white dove, killed by faith, wingless. Stained with blood but still screaming because of blind pain.
Lungo è il cammino nella notte, la città si duole, avvolta nelle ombre. E’ in piedi la vergine bianca coperta da un sudicio sudario. Un cuore pulsa ancora, gocce di sangue escono dal petto urlando… LA LORO VITA!!!
PSALM: A requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candle’s dumb. I wanna see it burn, I wanna feel them burn like the fire burning in my eyes.
Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
4. Spell & Devotion (Impromptu Op. I)
5. The Melting Idols
[Prisoners Of Dusk]
Father, your son on the cross is crying. Crying for the sins that he didn’t make. And he’s dying. Dying for the sins that he wasn’t ashamed. And so father… For what? All the lights I see, are lights that could make me blind. All the eyes I see, are joyless eyes and forced untroubled minds. A hand on my head came from the sky. Fallen Angels are smiling in complete decadence, are they smiling to me? They are shining as falling stars… As prisoners of dusk. Are these creatures just like me? I’ll never know.
[Beholding The Death Of His Son]
And as I look towards the sky, it makes me sad and so I cry. But my proud god stands there for me, I know he shall never let me fall. I must respect, I must believe but anyway I’m on my knees. I’m not alone, I’ve got my friends, those who attend the ceremony of symbolic cannibalism that I would surely reject. A man who died upon the cross to save us all, it makes me scream, maybe he cried, as I do now. This atrocity, to me blasphemy! How can a father decide for life, a holy murder and then the holy rites. A priest as black as night sings loud for me, sings for the blind. I’m not like them and, well, I know that for these words I’ll be cursed FOREVER MORE.
[Fallen Angel’s Mourning Silence]
Breathe the silence alone and live the dream of broken wings. The flowers are withered, try to see the beauty of grey. Hear the prayers resounding, echoes of glory faded to mist. Hypnotized, be captured by the rapture of Fallen Angel’s Mourning Silence.
6. Even Death Is Useless
Martyr Lucifer – Vocals, Bass
Thomas Ghirardelli – Drums
Hypnos – Guitars
Bless – Keyboards, Vocals (backing)
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