Path of the
angels
Serpent
The fall
of archaic heaven
Where the
Devil slumbers
World within
Evensong
Oblivion
Requiem
for a wingless bird
Laughter
of gods
Ruler of my dreams, angelic
being
calm me down at last
Bury me among clads of shallow
graves
or raise me above the enchanting
clouds
Swallow me the Earth's lukewarm
womb
let me fly upon the wings
of morning breeze
cease burning like the distant
star
who has thrown away his
light
I pray for absolution
Shall I find solace in death?
Save me angel
I yearn for Nepenthe
Angel of unveiled beauty
Aery being of Heavens
Divine eyes are staring
I'm filled with fear oh
mistress of dreams
as I step on the path of
the angels
whee heaven meets the ground
Slaughterous time embraces
I feel my transience
Leave those sickening shades
of existence
I open the gates of infinity
Just close your weary eyes
I'll take you way up to
the skies
Child of Terra Firma
Being of murk and dust
I tear up the texture of
reality
Step unto the path of the
angels
A serpent slumbers in the
garden of innocence
hidden from cherubs' glowing
eyes
Father of lust, sentinel
of knowledge
who saw the angels learning
to fly
"I show you a world of dreams
and desires
a sweet asylum beyond the
clouds
Travel me through sunken
empires
to the home of joy and equilibrium
While the gods were fighting
for the soul of Man
I regained lost paradise
So drop the burden of millenniums
and follow me my dearest
child"
I remember this world being
so young
and the land dressed in
silvery gown
The Seven Moons, like proud
giants
were glittering on scented
empyrean
With light came darkness,
shivering shades
the clawed demons of night,
waiting for their prey
Life born from the dead
loam's clod
a wingless bird, terrae
filius
Horns blared out and an array
of angels
decended from celestial
welkin
Presented to greet a mortal
creature
the child of a borning world
The being rose and burst
out in laugh
a mortal god, terrae filius
...That was the beginning...
The fall of archaic heaven,
the rise of mankind
Through dun and weary times,
under the curse of ancient ones
we've been gathering the
sour-sweat fruits of knowledge
As silent ghosts do we wander
in the empty halls of rapture
while an evensong is mumbled
for our confused desires
Mephisto, angel of darkness
You have deceived us
we gave our soul for emptiness
our wings for distress
Now the gates are closed
our own mind has became
our dungeon
Oh, how I wish to return
to those scented fields
of heavens
We're pawns of a Divine Comedy
being pulled on the thread of sorrow
a false heaven awaits for
us where the Devil slumbers
We raise walls of tears
around the church of our nothingness
and we stand in awe of mightly
shades till a new dawn comes
She closed her dreams into
her teardrops
from reality's sharp-clawed
demons
She hid her face of tearful
eyes
from the scan of this grotesque
world
As petals her wings are falling
like angelic curses from
eternal welkin
her serene dreams are vanishing
exiled far from the frozen
light
She held a dead rose in her
hands
passing memory of a divine
land
Her mate -- darkness --
adopted her
shielded her body so frail
Only one place to find peace
pleasant cradle of her dreams
a world within
Say, oh, say my faithful
seraph
where to find some peace
my languid heart is so heavy
and my whisper can't break
through the still
Sundown brings no sleep
and in my eyes sets no morning
Oblivion
that's all I'm asking for
Oblivion
the poisoned gift of gods
The silken meadows rock so
softly
while my soul is a monolith
I can't feel the cool zephyr
and it's perfume dazes me
not
In the howling silence
a blind angel descended
into Earth
he put his fingers on your
mouth and eyes,
and stole your last breath
The empty face of the full-moon
has broken to thousand of
painful pieces
