Not fear, nor tears can reach me now
the light seems so clear as the night fades away
Behold of thy flame, below of all shame
Come conquer me sweet dreams of paradise

Dusk drawn hither to my evening star
A glance in thy mirror
The trance of thy mirror
Venus... through the looking glass

Welcome and forget the Venus
Come on tikutua sinis si, nikutua me, sines

Dance so frail and lost in the fields afar
Cast off thy mourning
Clasp life and glory
Venus... through the looking glass

Welcome and forget the Venus
Come on tikutua sinis si, nikutua me, sines

The sense of angels in veils of dawn
Like she runs forever among thy halls
The pale horizons are closing down
The reasons for living are lost somehow

Cross my heart
with a glance upon the star of riddance
Drift afar
like teardrops on the Stygian River

I'm the nightfall and wizard
that summon thee
You're the blizzard that drape my eyes
I'm thy sorrow and vein of obscurity
You're the dagger that cuts

Shivers on the bleak horizon
Profound words... you're my frailty

See the light cease in thy life
Profound words... hurting me

Yearning for days of yore
in elysian daydreams
Burn with a fatal gloss
a confounding mirror of souls
Dance with the winterwinds
in thy visions so sanguine
Glance upon Stygian streams
where lies hidden a pale secrecy

Hark... lures of the siren
yearn for the days when blithe thou was

Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem
Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem

Sworn to a secrecy
an arcanum devotee
Mourning a life with thee
a descendance of watery argentine
Trance of thy frailty
endure the exsanguine
Glance beyond closed eyelids
the conundrum of all mysteries

Hark... lures of the siren
yearn for the days when blithe thou was

Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem
Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem

Yearning for days of yore
in elysian daydreams
Burn with a fatal gloss
a confounding mirror of souls
Dance with the winterwinds
in thy visions so sanguine
Glance upon Stygian streams
where lies hidden a pale secrecy

Crossing in life... my heart
with silver in times... I'm weak, too weak?

Wan circling skies
secretes... silvering sorrow
Precious to me Aphelion
Thou are the fields where we wither still

Exhaust in thy waning world
My Aphelion on a broken mirror
where the veils of night and day seems as one
May thy lids gather again
on a vast and frail crusade
Invigoration of pain pervation this time

Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal, waste of my enslaved emotion
Aeons on the gloss in argentine pending
Hopefully you'll stop him and prevail the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and prevail the conquering...

In decadence I take thee by the hand
too frail... to gain the promised land
too frail... to take your pain away
too frail... a sequel of decay

May milleniums gather
on the mirage of desolated souls
far between departure and sorrow
I breed my afterthought
In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt
...wane

Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal, waste of my enslaved emotion
Aeons on the gloss in argentine pending
Hopefully you'll stop him and prevail the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and prevail the conquering...

An angel strays upon my door
so frail and lost within
To weep upon her days of yore
my decadence come in
Her stain and tears upon my floor
the sorrow that she brings
Devotion of a life outworn
in decadence come in

May thy lids desorb from emerald seas
a pending solitary
Though thy pain redeems
life it seems to be a fragile sanctuary

Challenge my own world to chaos
Thoughts to mind becomes
my arch enemies
Skin to teeth? visions appears to me in red
Scouring my wounds with your spit

Down in apathy which is growing
Once dragged down within
a mayhem of light
Skin to teeth... ripping my inwards apart
Poisoned with wine from the sick

Silent to drowse with the phantoms
and let the fire engulf me

Dibadis, promonis
Amorir, pitesadimo

Sanguine rebirth
Sanguine divined rebirth
Now your faces facing me
as transparent masks

Dibadis, promonis
Amorir, pitesadimo

Solum dolum mei doloris

I'm pyretic to all heedful dead souls
claiming lands where
even angels fear to tread
I am torture disguised
Named by man as a creeping jesus

All heedful souls
All heedful...

Still they pester me
Still they haunt... as placidity is borned
The remembrance... age of innocence lost

Agnus Dei?

Sellus fidasmei, formi filosus
sangui colossus malo cruoris.

Ascend...
Fire dance with me
let me be the most licentious martyr
Sear me

Agnus dei

Rise my clandestines
thy secrecies invoked
Streams of argentine
across eyelids are drawn

Rise upon the tide
my castaway's outworn
Fall from distant worlds
and redeyed skies above

Rise my clandestines
thy secrecies invoked
Streams of argentine
across eyelids are drawn

Gesture of an argentine moisture
like snow upon the riverine
Gesture of an argentine moisture
so sore upon congeal skin

Ardency of life forsakened
time will gather the source
of thy secrecies
Ardency of life forsakened
in swarthy hours thou ponder still

Invoke thy aeons in a dream
entrancing sleep
profound and prolix
Estranged to life's utility
Bequest thy endurance
in the times of lethargic

Gesture of an argentine moisture
Like snow upon the riverine
Gesture of an argentine moisture
So sore upon congeal skin

Lead me down in wailing hours
to the riverside
Reveal to me thy secrecies
hidden in the wan deep
of thy infinite mourning
Lethean river carry me
beneath thy riverine

Life gains intensified pain
to ascend within me once again
Woe strikes through radiant light
a quietus has conquered thy eyes
the sequel of life

Arising grievance rage through the eyes
of our existence a thousand times
The strife drawn hither
as a daydream ascendancy
In life we wither
like laurel leaves in winterwinds

Lurk far between
a pale destiny
drawn from the past
Enclasp my wrath
in the prophecy of thine

Perchance to dream?
Day of ire prithee
behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream?
Day of ire prithee
may daylight draw thy veils aside

Summon the winterwind
in which I walk
Enter the morning glades
of a fallen deathwish
Summon the starlight gloss
in which thou rage
Enter the mourning shades
Call out in vain
for thee again

Perchance to dream
you're my dancing queen
behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream?
Day of ire prithee
may daylight draw thy veils aside

A strike of angina
Enthralled by the night
and the shades at thy side

A star of riddance rage through the sky
Grant me thy visions... bequeath me life
Through times of yearning?
on a path of indignity
No longer burning?
at last this life's circuit I leave

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Through scornful declarence
and luminous eyes
the shadows enveil
with the glorious night

Trespassing the sunset
like thou hast before
Entreating the daylight
to rage nevermore

Angina striking Elysium
A frail remembrance glorificates
the nightside-ascendance
veiled underneath thy funereal skies

Ut te postremo donarem munere mortis

The winds they may haunt me
in bloodredest skies
The moon may bewed
the strangest of light

The clasp of indifference
the conquering tide
The sweeping of daylight
...my vigour's decline

Angina striking Elysium
A frail remembrance glorificates
the nightside-ascendance
veiled underneath thy funereal skies

Ut te postremo donarem munere mortis

Thy Carrion Kind
Angina strikes Elysium
...a frail remembrance

Carrion Kind
My Carrion Kind

Let us be the ones
to put the thorn in thy eye
...let us be the ones

Squalid the weak stumbles
through all of life's obscurities

Lost in sacriliege

Revere the name
Accept the modesty

Falter through spheres of the pain
Exhausted hours... Exhausted hours

Lost in sacriliege

Es gibt keinen Gott,
Es gibt kein Leben.
Sie werden alle sterben,
Ohne die Erlösung

Nothing from thy world
will remain thine
except the very priviliege to die

Lost in sacriliege

Squalid the weak stumbles...

Orgasmic mass hysteria!
You're creeping for a charlatan god

Awake...

Resurrection of a horrid dream
Blend of hate and intense desire
Putrify
Vile... surreal