1. OBLIVION

There's a distant black horizon
Which appears from the misty fields.

Bidding farewell to this journey
To the end of another quiet day,
Whilst embracing the icy shadows
Flickering slowly from the hand.

Enchanting whispers drown me
Into a plane of static sleep,
Dreaming of crossing a passage
To find myself desolate.

Dead birds' wings final flutter
And no more will they ever sing.
There's a distant black horizon
Which appears from the misty fields.

The ground is cursed and barren
Where eternal cold winds blow.

Oblivion,
Springing like autumn flowers,
Forever in this garden of darkness
Where hope lays silent.

Pale figures coming forth crawling
From the grey haze of their torment,
Into a bleak world of solitude
Where the sun will never rise again.

Enchanting whispers drown me
Into a plane of static sleep,
Dreaming of crossing a passage
To find myself desolate.

Dead birds' wings final flutter
And no more will they ever sing.
There's a distant black horizon
Which appears from the misty fields.

Dead birds' wings final flutter
And no more will they ever sing.


2. IVY THORNS UPON THE BARROW

Soul-bearer guide me
above this mindless life,
above the willow and the wading trees,
over perceived horrors, over blinding faiths,
to find my waking hour
uncaged and free.

Raven-wings carry me forth
to feel the blades of grass once more
that in life failed to grow.
Hold the flowers that withered in sorrow,
breathless, embraced,
in ivy thorns upon the barrow.

The way goes ever on
past the stream and wandering star,
under mountains of old deceit,
over white seeds sown in winter.

Bent, distorted, twisted, and old,
led through dead-end roads till we’re cold.
Even if some endure and search an awakening,
like caged birds they yearn scented gardens in spring,
to break away from the delirium,
to open their eyes, even if late is the hour.
Like from a dream, it wakes their soul.

The dead move quick and silent
over great barren seas.
Only the dead can see them -
portraits of life.
Grey but vibrant are they,
Breathless but full of life.
They’ve reached the summit
and their wake is complete.

Raven-wings carry me forth
to feel the blades of grass once more
that in life failed to grow.
Hold the flowers that withered in sorrow,
breathless, embraced,
in ivy thorns upon the barrow.

The dream, the illusion of life,
that has gone past its time.
My eyes are peered to see,
my mind has been set free.
The final fate is sealed for I’m not blinded.

And my wake is complete!


3. EYES OF THE MONOLITH

Humanity - scourge of the earth!
A fiery path thou hast left in your wake.

The embalmed mirror of humanity,
Shudder the spine of our iniquity.
I tremble in the wake,
Stammer words of destiny,
And I cry!

My eyes are streams
The end of time
For this earth of mine.
Eyes of the monolith
My child of sorrows, hear me
And I cry!
Lose my world.

Life, magnus pater aeternam,
Poetry art thou in the soul of creation,
Ruined by sons, betrayed by daughters,
Death by the scars of treacherous dominion.

Mindless to concede, tireless in absurdity,
Time will find a way to shed,
To sanctify the life you bled.

The shroud of misery eternal,
Shudder the spine of our iniquity.
I tremble in the wake
Stammer words of destiny,
And I cry!

My eyes are streams
The end of time
For this earth of mine.
Eyes of the monolith
My child of sorrows, hear me
And I cry!
Lose my world.

Odes will be sung for this world
Whose wrists we left bleeding.

And I cry!

My eyes are streams
The end of time
For this earth of mine.
Eyes of the monolith
My child of sorrows, hear me
And I cry!
Lose my world.

A star blinded in white aura,
A fire consuming greed,
A shadow sickening the seed,
A winter of endless moons,
A gathering petrified in submission,
Dead in trepidation.


4. HIDDEN FROM THE SUN

Obscured in the shadow of the sun,
A star shines no more.

Hidden, obscured in the shadow of the sun,
A star shines no more.
Dark is the world without you,
Oh jewel on the crimson crown.

Consuming heart, my feeble treasure -
Knowing no hate,
Only beauty and passion.
Eyes of deepest seas,
What became of you?
Taken so hastily and premature.

Concealed - hidden from the sun!
Phantom silhouette your semblance is dread
Poetry of light, horror of the night
Armies of marching ablaze flowers
On your long journey to unknown grounds

Hidden, obscured in feral claws of fate,
Robbed from the light in your eyes.
Scent the trail with roses so red,
On your path to distant lands.

Memories of happiness and bliss,
Heavenly smile
In the footsteps of time.
Warmth of life embraced tight,
What became of you?
Taken so hastily and premature.

Concealed - hidden from the sun!
Phantom silhouette your semblance is dread
Poetry of light, horror of the night
Armies of marching ablaze flowers
On your long journey to unknown grounds


5. IN EXILE

Open the curtains,
You'll see the light.
I'll stand right behind you,
Or even beside you.

I woke up just before I almost drowned,
To find myself walking on a ground.
Footsteps still made no sound.

Only hope could solace this wretchedness and flee me.
Why does my soul harbour a spiral of despair?

Throughout the dark paths,
Through flaming doors,
My love I'll hold your hand,
Your wish is my command.

I woke up just before I almost drowned,
To find myself walking on a ground.
Footsteps still made no sound,
But I'm ready, I'm ready
Are you ready?
To keep walking around,
I'll hunt you down!
Keep wond'rin' 'round.
This is the end of you!
Promises denied the privilege of being kept.

Behind backdrops and coulisses,
Love returns to sender,
Shadows return to darkness
As secrets scream in silence.
A self-imposed exile!

I hibernate within the walls of my old well -
A hidden place inside me, inside my dying brain

I woke up just before I almost drowned,
To find myself walking on a ground.
Footsteps still made no sound,
But I'm ready, I'm ready
Are you ready?
To keep walking around,
I'll hunt you down!
Keep wond'rin' 'round.
This is the end of you!
Promises denied the privilege of being kept.


6. STORMBRINGER

A storm gathers on the horizon,
A cold wind bellows in the night,
Trees whisper a woe,
Their leaves gather at my feet.

In this silence I can't conceive.
Under the moonlit sky, it's the death of me.

This threat grows in the distance,
Ominous to take you away from me,
But I shall not turn my gaze away,
Nor shall I walk the bitter road away from you.

Winter hath not darken'd the skies for us,
Stormbringer!
Nor it hath frozen our spring blossoms.
You cannot darken the skies for us,
Stormbringer!
You may not freeze this spring blossom.

The storm is velvet embraced,
Its chill saddens my waking hour,
What can I do in its misery?
How can I yearn for life?

In this silence I can't conceive.
Under the moonlit sky, it's the death of me.

This threat menacing above me now,
Ominous to take you away from me,
But I will gather strength and valour,
An army of light guides my final stand.

Winter hath not darken'd the skies for us,
Stormbringer!
Nor it hath frozen our spring blossoms.
You cannot darken the skies for us,
Stormbringer!
You may not freeze this spring blossom.

We stand strong beneath you,
We won't fall.
Glorious moonlight,
Reflection of the sun!
Stay here one more night.
Might not the storm take you.
Embrace me with your blue light -
Stormbringer!

Winter hath not darken'd the skies for us,
Stormbringer!
Nor it hath frozen our spring blossoms.
You cannot darken the skies for us,
Stormbringer!
You may not freeze this spring blossom.

Keep your warring march away stormbringer,
Your wintery eyes to yourself.
Your banner of darkness shall roar in the wind,
But it will not obscure with its shadow,
Nor will it hide the last light of this moon.
Gothic, proud, romantic and strong!


7. TRANSCENDING DESTINY

Hope, elixir of muses,
Thou hast turned your back on me.
Forsaken are we amongst sands of time,
Buried in the hourglass of our faith.

Unscathed by the winds of Aeolus
Unaltered by the hand of Bornholm
Lone touch of the fiery fountain of youth
The betrayer of death immemorial

Cold like the frozen blunt blade
That speared the heart of ethos,
Warm like the embers on the funeral pyre,
To clear my eyes, rekindle the fires.

Unscathed by the winds of Aeolus
Unaltered by the hand of Bornholm
Lone touch of the fiery fountain of youth
The betrayer of death immemorial

Rain on closed flowers,
Leaves on the watershed,
Evoke the years that went by.
Useless in their attempt to awaken,
Powerless to breathe in thee life.


8. BURY MY FAIRYTALE

Every lingering blink-
A wild capture of
The hidden twists
In the finest line.
Fate is washed away
As you wreak into everything
You said you'd never be.
Let me return to the world I know.

In a place far behind my Eden
There is no Eden
Where bitter ends can never be defeated
Where the embers have died away
Where the unsaid still remains a burden
And I, I will bury my fairytale
And I, I will bury your fairytale

Rotten figures wither
As they stroll away.
Rulers of my fortune swivel
To their daunting fate.

In a place far behind my Eden
There is no Eden
Where bitter ends can never be defeated
Where the embers have died away
Where the unsaid still remains a burden
And I, I will bury my fairytale
And I, I will bury your fairytale

Dreary the dreams of thou collapse,
Fiery the scenes of an unearthly past.
Filthy your silent devotion
Feeding your glorious descent.

Fate is washed away
As you wreak into everything
You said you'd never be.
Let me return to the world I know.


9. GOTHIC EPITAPH

My waters have emptied
The rivers have reached the oceans,
It lies still, the sea and tastes of loss.
My light has dimmed and flame is gone.

Lay me down in a field of asphodels
Broken, quiet, peaceful and grey,
To rest in the arms of this cold earth,
Sleep without wake, wake without sleep.

No longer see sons of men, before a headstone.
No longer to hear the mourning congregation
Stand before me.

To pass by the sound of a thousand trumpets,
Two solemn basilisks of sombre song,
An icy throne in winter's embrace,
Yet death's away so I'm lost.

Dans le rêve profond le plus terrifiant,
Je n'al pas vu un tel désespoir.
A lifeless nightmare haunts my sleep, a hypnotic drift drags me deep.
Sleep without wake, wake without sleep.

No longer see sons of men, before a headstone.
No longer to hear the mourning congregation
Stand before me.

My breathing coffin, my closed eyes, my gothic epitaph, my weeping silence.

In the deepest most terrifying dream
I did not see such despair.

No longer see sons of men, before a headstone.
No longer to hear the mourning congregation
Stand before me.

My breathing coffin, my closed eyes, my gothic epitaph, my weeping silence.