Ne Obliviscaris
Sarabande to Nihil
1. Upon The Tongue Of Eloquence
Through the stillbirth swoon, the children are silent
Existing in dreams, surreal oblivion...
Through time, torn tombs, the children are screaming
Dreaming of life, the nightmares to come...
Through tear stained eyes, the children are drowning
Within the depths, they seek the courage...
Through white wombs, the children are laughing
Dreaming of wings, for what times may come...
Reflections behold such dreams of man
They beseech the sun for the new day
Opening their eyes to beauty's lament
The seas of luminescence...
Between their fingers awaken dead realms
...But o glorious fate leaves them blind
What eyes would close to abhor the womb?
Stumbling onwards only to be left behind...
The catharsis seized, a breathe of life
Eruptions of passion and focus
Blackening idle beliefs
Now all eyes are upon the tongue of eloquence
Reflections behold such dreams of man
They beseech the sun for the new day
Opening their eyes to beauty's lament
The seas of luminescence...
Between their fingers awaken dead realms
...But o glorious fate leaves them blind
What eyes would close to abhor the womb?
Upon the tongue...
2. When The Black Hands Dance
They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They search for him... All for the king
Staring at open palms, hear the redrum pound
One upon the battlefield, false vanity has won...
Down in the darkness, echoes of dead cries
There's beauty in pain, and pain is their light...
They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They call for him... Here lies the king
Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?
A murder of divas, bleeding as the choir
Beneath the shadows, the garden lies withered...
When the black hands dance, encircled beneath the sun
Only the dead will hear, screams of a lost zion...
Such passion lay unfinished, lost to the world... Regrets
Precious thoughts unspoken... And silent are the trumpets
No more bard songs, only a crying child
A ghastly crowd faceless, watching this denial
Resounding within the mind, a serenade to still hearts
As ice on the dark stares, how deep do they scar?
Under the rage of wings, cradled by coldness
Into the dark shadows and winter quintessence...
Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?
Only the dead will hear the sound of such music
Life goes on if there is pain
They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They sing for him... Long live the king
Still the dance goes on, final breaths linger
In stillness he's loved, caressed by their fingers...
Joining the cries of time, planted in pain
...As the dead don't rest, within this garden...
Mirrored under pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?
3. All The Scarlet Tears
All life dies as icons rage, white are the pages beyond
Unwritten are the screams, of hate... Of pain... Of misery
Of devildom falls, life is severed
With whispers the curse, to such seduction
Weeping to the sound of a grand black piano
Blood in the lungs
As watery valleys
Over angel tongues
One by one they're falling, every note spatters
Veiling the ivory teeth, the mourning anthem gathers
Blood in the lungs
As watery valleys
Over angel tongues
To a drowning finale
Memories within
Requiem for all, the scarlet tears
Blood in the lungs
As watery valleys
Over angel tongues
To a drowning finale
Memories within
The smell of rain
Within the heavens of all black hell
Stirs the passion all gone
Screaming of life and time taken
Open and taste the blooded land...
A pale horse rides as the winds cadence
Galloping keys encore, this is transcendence
A tear streaked face of stain and rust
To challenge the scarlet omnibus...
...The memories are all that remain
In heartarche with the smell of rain...
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