Cistvaen - At Light's Demise lyrics
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Tracks 01. At Light's Demise
02. Cessation Of Hope 03. The Epitaph 04. Time The Mournful 05. Bleak House 07. The Blind Observer 01. At Light's Demise
A disconsolate winter
The frost covered graves Watch the dead roses wilt and decay The phantoms that last Loom over the past In our funerary dreams We relent to the slow march Through the tainted earth Where hope once grew But the seeds of despair Are all that bloomed Bearing poisonous fruit Blood at the root Empty are the hours Of a night with no end A conscious reverie Unbroken The tainted earth Where hope once grew But the seeds of despair Are all that bloomed Bearing poisonous fruit Blood at the root I choke upon this bitter crop Cut by the scythe Frail candlelight flickers Casting ghosts on the walls In empty chambers Stood in marble halls Where the questions reverberate Silence answers our cries At lights demise Silence answers our cries At lights demise 02. Cessation Of Hope
There was once the dawn of tomorrow
There was once the unwritten page There was hope we glimpsed once and held Watched as it withered away Do we bring our own devastation Do we choose the hill upon which we die The tears that fell The cold lamentation Thoughts that linger on through the night There was once the dawn of tomorrow There was once the unwritten page Do we bring our own devastation Do we choose the hill upon which we die The tears that fell The cold lamentation Thoughts that linger on through the night Somehow I know this pastoral glade serene From an old recurring dream I saw places I have never seen The bottle The rope The cessation of hope 03. The Epitaph
All is said
All is done The epitaph of life And look back through tear stained eyes At the writing etched in stone Where died those dreams we held so tight I see them glimmer In amethyst twilight Why does my countenance falter Should a moment cross my mind I break again It’s the things we Don’t say That rot us away Last breath of a summer breeze Sunset falls beyond the trees As you walk out of my memories Into fields of burnished gold So leaves the distant summer breeze Daylight dies beyond the trees As you walk out from my memories Into fields of burnished gold 04. Time The Mournful We leave the shadows At the dawning of the day Time in ever mourning Hands to us the key Alone we go before We’ve seen back Way back when The trees wept leaves Seasons changed Dead hours passed away We grieve the shadows As the night consumes the day Time in ever mourning Takes away the key Alone we go before We’ve seen back Way back when The trees wept leaves Seasons changed Dead hours passed away Those silent times Downcast eyes I tried There was time There was time Rushing through the hourglass Spilt sand There was time 05. Bleak House
There was a time
Seems so long ago In the bleak November A winter funeral sun We looked away With eyes not of our own Cold was the morning And bitter was the chill In the bleak November A winter funeral sun We looked away With eyes not of our own Where a distant flame did flicker The empty hearth Where the dusk falls deep obsidian Beneath the weeping stars Here was the time Was it so long ago In the bleak November A winter funeral sun We turned away With eyes not of our own The stream that leads Through the cracked and barren moor Until rising on the hillside In solitary grey Stands stark in the wilderness A dank mist swirls the stone Of the bleak house foreboding Saw through eyes not of our own 07. The Blind Observer
Askew my sight
Sense I cannot make Blurred by the opaque To glimpse through the haze Is to see on through the clouded maze Through fog the frail memories That rest beneath the Linden trees When I tried to speak I caught a thistle in my throat Tears stung my eyes I could say no more The words that you spoke You lit the fire of my funeral pyre Like narcotic smoke Swirling my skull The black flames did rise I could say no more Askew my sight Sense I cannot make Blurred by the opaque To glimpse through the haze Is to see on through the clouded maze Through fog the frail memories That rest beneath the Linden trees Behind these sightless eyes Images evocation can’t procure Those that the dark iron bars obscure The thousand-yard stare As I blindly observe That left unwitnessed by ocular nerve A faint image flitters I will say no more |