The Ruins Of Beverast
Enchanted By Gravemould I
1. The Desert Lair
Surreal colour plans draw the horizon
So parched and silent
One step beyond the borders drained them of life
Requiems for burnt sheep
Deadened, yet sustaining
Float in a searing vacuum
Why could we not mourn?
Why kept we silent?
Devout in the hour after death
When sorrow left for eternal salvation
There was no hope to survive the drought
In the shimmering feast of mankind's boiling bowels
Why could we not mourn?
All souls from the sand to the clouds,
From our lair to the mountains
Kept vigil in mankind's darkest hour
Why kept we silent
When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands?
2. The Moselle Enigma
When descending to the medieval vilage
He was like the moon
That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom
A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping
Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking
So' let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night!
Blasphemy!
The blessed cremation of the heading believer
Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys
And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell
Call forth his wrath!
Perpetual fear
Of the ruined arches
Of the giant knell
Of Him.
Ite, missa, est.
3. Hours of the Aequinox
...Into heat ascending...
I collide with facades of stained white:
A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal
A newborn canvas... what work of the sun!
As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted
And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted
...Into numbness descending...
I freeze between shadows of purest gray:
A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal
A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark!
As deprived of life, now spiritually admired
And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive.
4. Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover)
Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
For the world to see, she craved for intimacy
Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity
Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace
Sea's of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth
Had passed her by and left her high and dry
In her saviour's arms... (x4)
Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness
Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies
And I wish and I pray that there may come a day
For a saviour's arms... (x4)
5. To Have and to Hold (Depeche Mode cover)
I need to be cleansed
It's time to make amends
For all of the fun
The damage is done
And I feel diseased
I'm down on my knees
And I need forgiveness
Someone to bear witness
To the goodness within
Beneath the sin
Although I may flirt
With all kinds of dirt
To the point of disease
Now I want release
From all this decay
Take it away
And somewhere
There's someone who cares
With a heart of gold
To have and to hold
6. Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium (My Dying Bride cover)
The destroying genius of idols
Will shroud the world with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken their masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing Enochian tapestries
Depict the prince of fallen virtues
In almost poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the knell
The Patchetic stench of dying children
Perhaps our fall is certain
Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion
Please put off your veil
Your heart is blameless
And I shudder for knowing it
A hot May makes a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds
Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin
Swept away by a moments sadness
They say rage is a brief madness
By way of the beloved's farewell
Give back to nature what we first did take
And monuments would slowly fill
The agendas' of Kings and Queens
In silence our faces bleed
The holy voice torn away by the gale
Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both players cheat
Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer parts
Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
Expose their stinking vaginas'
Many who have no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh lord of vanity
As you peddle your wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the part
So blind, it's ignorance you wear
Quite brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
And death shall feast on us all
The mills of God grind slowly
The adorable light of that which is most divine
The fascination of her shape
With mansions of awe and splendour
Elegant in simplicity
So at last your faith rewards you
Through fields enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to smell
You laugh and drink wine of no great age
Nature does scent the farthest shores
Face to face your angelic host
All hopes in you imperishably kept
Is God your wish and all your dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all means
Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
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