Mephistorium 歌词

Vast are the thorns that in my aenima plague carved Yet distant the sob they tore from within Never let my yawning gashes by light be defiled And Heaven ablaze wilt bleed wrapped in laments. Is passionless the desire I burn with? Teach me to suffer for the ageless bliss In scarlet magic to drown enraptured Like the dreaming chaos in it's king like exaltation Whither hast thou my muse interred? Never was I whom the stars besought A flight with no wings require I not The dreadful forbidden name is but a thought. Open up,somber vault of lifelong abstention! And amidst the forgotten my fears receive For they giveth me naught save the weakness The wormholes festered,in the skin of my sanity. August are the sights of the raging tempest The lambs with the vermin attributes weep For oblivion impends unfurling it's velvet embrace Their silent mortician to be. Into the lunarchways majestic I cut myself loose As the full moon orchestra plays enchanted And with the manifold faceless guises of night Beneath the wolf crown aflame I open the gates...