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Dying Winter (Her Natural Despair And Violent DesireRadiant moon arises replete with craftAs some orator noble preternatural Pernicious for servants of the light Gorgeous for those who lurk in sombre night Cautiously peers at me as I write Profane drama of darkness and aftermath Pour the blood in this embroidered cup From sanguinary vine I'll be drunk For thee my last thoughts are And for seasons I have bemired Belfries their chime brought so near A dirge of wolfish choir I can hear Restless breeze whispers the tune Unbosoming my heart to their lure Those prurient winds are now forever gone Doom is rising 'pon my dominion Thou... Shall behold me dying For we have never had our name nor shape Nauseous vacancy is usufruct we create Funeral frost is all to... reflect Darkness... shroud me That I could see her light once more Before in thy hall I enter These are the last pages that I write For my decembres dying winter ...tonight Heaven bleeds... As the night descends With the moon like flame From depths, crypts and graves Rotten they whisper The Philosopher's name Pale beauty in scarlet vestment Thy faith and certainty aren't returned Do thee sense within my end For those words I've ever said From all those virulence I drawn Hold thy lucid tears of sorrow, don't cry In moonlight bath me before I die Hold thy lucid tears of sorrow, don't cry Lick my soul to the midnight ray This is decease of my yawing unlife Curse, fuck, rape? and die Because from my veins is flowing lonesome time Hold thy lucid tears of sorrow, don't cry Hold thy lucid tears of sorrow, don't cry In moonlight bath me before I die Hold thy lucid tears of sorrow, don't cry Lick my soul to the midnight ray Now... As I bleed on these stairways My eyes are tired Embrace me and close me forever Stay proud and strong Another hand will assuage the pain I was just one... Chapter of the dying winter (...Like we were empty... ...Like we've never endured...) This is the godless eden |