1. GLIMPSE OF THE BELOVED

(Instrumental)


2. VALOR OF THE PHOENIX

Ragged garb,he wore,
When he walked,the slums,fields.
In his gaze,hordes of perished dominions..
Deviating in times,his mind..
Visions of rue,tears so apathetic..

Dancing in midst of walking cadavers,
Requims played,to the..
End of benovalent legions..
Sang,never to the flutes of despondency,
But to the Apollonian grief..

Awaited,is the twilight,when..
From embers shall rise...
The phoenix..among its flight...all shadows shall sing,
(The words of terror and of what has been mortified).


3. BURIAL GROUND

Wake up in the middle of the night,
They beckon to the other side,
Spirits of those long gone, a trembling sight.
Azrael claims Thou soul is mine.
Looking for escape, as i die.

Wrapped in coffin taken to the burial site.
Im the departed, They wont hear my cries.
As they walk away, i yearn for them to stay.
Eternal sleep in this burial ground.

Now I lie here in solitude
forgotten by this world I once knew
So much left undone, so much was still to say.
I long for thee my precious, come to me and I'll rise again.


4. BATHING IN UNHOLY BLOOD

Striding over a field of broken;
Connections, smothering walking cadavers
Speak not my name,hear not me scream
Horror has begun;to fill,
You with grotesque beauty...

Need not your sympathy, I show no empathy,
Desolated and unattached,on the verge of madness,
I shall forever remain here,incinerating whatever I see,
(Dare not touch my being, burns you shall only recieve)

Now I, stand upon your heaving chest,
See the bloody axe, soon it will..
Travel through your flesh, through your ribs,
A single desire,a single wish..
To eat you, to chew your heart..
And to bathe in your unholy blood..


5. ANGEL OF HEAVING LIGHT

Sprinkled droplets of chance
Along the path we walk on.
Those we whisk up in time, shower
Our consciousness with blazing colors
Sprouting from the prism of life;
Angles of heaving light, struck
With the sunny beams of exploding light
Stun us, then spread-eagle us
On an unknown path; and after a while
Having tread over that path, we naive humans
Fools that we maybe, conjure
A confiding thought, bubbling with suspicion
We, the victims, declare
To be the victors of Destiny.