Ensoph : Bleeding Wombs of Ananke
Les paroles
1. THE SHATERED VOID
Bereft of his blooms The last cruelty of pride remains, stained his appereance invading all those still lines andspikes his hope with boredom sinking in thousand petals shrinking in a wounded smile.
Like a garden fed by a guilty sun So harmeless we burn, in lifetime pantomine.
Like a heart lost in the rushes, fading fast through our eyes.
Besieges in an embrace keen like pain Staging all our repertory of grey
Feeling so clean and clean .
I saw u wore in despire And fill sharping greed,
With no shade to perceive just soft tone parade.
From a nocturnal Languor shine,mould a whorely pity spurn.
From a lover deprived of love Into a canvans of blame
And pride is lowered In index turn
In this slice of void Envying the generosity of life
With the opium breed is just what remains us.
As you feel the twist in the shadow of a splintered heart Through your closed eyes,
In the fear of oblivion crippled by compassion,
Eyes sore from frustration, beliefs buckled under distortion, in the echoes ofa pumping heart
In the echoes of his shatered blame
Feeling so clean and clean .
2. THE SPYRAL STYGMATA
(Instrumental)
3. I (BE AND WILL BE)
(Instrumental)
4. TANZ DER ERRINERUNG (CHANT OF THE VOID'S DISCIPLES)
(Instrumental)
5. IN THE BLOSSOM OF INERTNESS
A throb in the skin At flicker touch of Mida' s breed
Cut the dash With sparks of Eves long less then a while.
In the glint of a splintered nerve The rape of the sacred in the sow of the poisons.
Learning the lines In the grains oftiredness weath
Burning lies, the same flesh swallows the flames
The same skin empty the breath And no one shall remould this ashes for us
With brittle spittle sparks.Just keep follow the silence in the wind
Mid deathless concept acclaims shed the shadows from your eyes
Like tears of wax to soil the heart
A new livid , a new while, a new scar, aseventh warm
Frying shiver the canvans and hot whiters the skin.
Through the remains
The soul still cast shadows kiss
No shade to perceive
Broken , entrapturous at my feet
Is this what u promised me?
The void intertwining us in the harvest of the passions.
In the frames of the cells
The echoes is shattered through tha ashes of the thuths.
Bribes of affections like a violent caress
Til the crawler oration calls the shadow dancers.
6. ALETHEIA
(Instrumental)
7. AMBER SHRINE
A gut pull drag on me,from a smile left on the sidelinesmirrors multy reflecting this and slice off those white cheeks,
..Into an armour of broken wings
With tons of plume like dead skin..
Colours arranged carefully to paint my heart the way it shoul be, and dissolve it in numb Water, shadow it with rust and feed with scars
Bathered in ashes and mud, draw with with trust.
No significate to perpetrate In misery diary In my yearn for a cause In my pain for a pregnat whore
No shame to waste or convinctions to taste.
Let the logic take a bow, while words slicing through the butter of soul
And scratch the icons with nails of surprise,
Rancid breath of life burning like ice
Wounds painted on u once again bloods on your soul once again
Clawing adornment for your dreams, uncosciousness and desire .
My penance and my task
Keeps your fat ego well fed Eye closed, lid needle and thread
Mouth closed lid needle and strip..
Got something that no thinks Can not reach.
Roaming confuse in some hall of sin, in all my shielded pride.
Keep your fat ego well hide Words like a razor on your teeth
Slowly slipping into slime Blood and lies ooze out and stain
And not realy cares what realy bleeds
Eye begin to ponder pride
Undignified, unsignified
Subjectives pieces of misled youth
Undignified, unsignified
8. THE IVORY OUROBOROS
(Instrumental)
9. THE BLEEDING WOMBS OF ANANKE (BONUSTRACK)
Like this liquid burning
That frays the circle line
Each heartbeat consumes
The Time in the mirror of an eye
Consummatum est
TU, Solis Magnum Speculum
TU, Qui Mortem Vitamque Vertis
Daimon avvolge il fuso
Daimon intreccia ordine
Daimon sussurra urla
Daimon al grembo di Ananke
Close the crystal vase with the strenght
Of Ermete's seal
Cause it shouldn't become a frame
For the errant winds
Transfigure your body with the foam of the moon
Daimon svolge spire in sentieri concentrici
Incastra volontà
Daimon che non si può volgere indietro
Sprofondando nel viso di Ananke
Mother where is your son?
Are you bleeding all your hopes?
Transfigure your body with the foam of the moon
Roaming in a circumradiant dance
Daimon svolge il fuso
Daimon intreccia ordine
Daimon sussurra urla
Daimon al grembo di ananke
Daimon svolge il fuso
In sentieri concentrici
Incastra volonta'
Nella sua trama di vetro
10. 7 VOLTE 3 E' UN SOLE ERMETICO (BONUSTRACK)
7 Volte 3: E' l'Uno che rimpiange il Molteplice
(E' un Sole Ermetico)
7 Volte 3: Sorridon' gli inferi dall'alto dei cieli
(Nel Quando di ogni Dove)
Rimpiange l'Uno nel Quando di ogni Dove
7 Volte 3: La Luna dona il pallore al Sole
(Da cuore immobile)
7 Volte 3: Nel tuo sigillo ho riposto il mio nome
(Che ora sacrifico a te)
La Luna sacrifica a te il suo pallore
Flicker, tremble, shudder of god
Trinity is drowing in Logic
And Essence degenerates in something
That not reminds me its opposite
Bringing flowers from the cradle of vainnes
Cause my blood needs no-substance
My thoughts feed with subversion
They're succulent lambs for the wolves
Neither from the abyss, and nor' from the sky
Spyral is descending when it's rising high
Corso Inverso
Landscapes of not-healed-stabs
Are jewels of aesthetic irony
On the womb of a pregnant goddes
Who's going to bear rationality
Bereft of his blooms The last cruelty of pride remains, stained his appereance invading all those still lines andspikes his hope with boredom sinking in thousand petals shrinking in a wounded smile.
Like a garden fed by a guilty sun So harmeless we burn, in lifetime pantomine.
Like a heart lost in the rushes, fading fast through our eyes.
Besieges in an embrace keen like pain Staging all our repertory of grey
Feeling so clean and clean .
I saw u wore in despire And fill sharping greed,
With no shade to perceive just soft tone parade.
From a nocturnal Languor shine,mould a whorely pity spurn.
From a lover deprived of love Into a canvans of blame
And pride is lowered In index turn
In this slice of void Envying the generosity of life
With the opium breed is just what remains us.
As you feel the twist in the shadow of a splintered heart Through your closed eyes,
In the fear of oblivion crippled by compassion,
Eyes sore from frustration, beliefs buckled under distortion, in the echoes ofa pumping heart
In the echoes of his shatered blame
Feeling so clean and clean .
2. THE SPYRAL STYGMATA
(Instrumental)
3. I (BE AND WILL BE)
(Instrumental)
4. TANZ DER ERRINERUNG (CHANT OF THE VOID'S DISCIPLES)
(Instrumental)
5. IN THE BLOSSOM OF INERTNESS
A throb in the skin At flicker touch of Mida' s breed
Cut the dash With sparks of Eves long less then a while.
In the glint of a splintered nerve The rape of the sacred in the sow of the poisons.
Learning the lines In the grains oftiredness weath
Burning lies, the same flesh swallows the flames
The same skin empty the breath And no one shall remould this ashes for us
With brittle spittle sparks.Just keep follow the silence in the wind
Mid deathless concept acclaims shed the shadows from your eyes
Like tears of wax to soil the heart
A new livid , a new while, a new scar, aseventh warm
Frying shiver the canvans and hot whiters the skin.
Through the remains
The soul still cast shadows kiss
No shade to perceive
Broken , entrapturous at my feet
Is this what u promised me?
The void intertwining us in the harvest of the passions.
In the frames of the cells
The echoes is shattered through tha ashes of the thuths.
Bribes of affections like a violent caress
Til the crawler oration calls the shadow dancers.
6. ALETHEIA
(Instrumental)
7. AMBER SHRINE
A gut pull drag on me,from a smile left on the sidelinesmirrors multy reflecting this and slice off those white cheeks,
..Into an armour of broken wings
With tons of plume like dead skin..
Colours arranged carefully to paint my heart the way it shoul be, and dissolve it in numb Water, shadow it with rust and feed with scars
Bathered in ashes and mud, draw with with trust.
No significate to perpetrate In misery diary In my yearn for a cause In my pain for a pregnat whore
No shame to waste or convinctions to taste.
Let the logic take a bow, while words slicing through the butter of soul
And scratch the icons with nails of surprise,
Rancid breath of life burning like ice
Wounds painted on u once again bloods on your soul once again
Clawing adornment for your dreams, uncosciousness and desire .
My penance and my task
Keeps your fat ego well fed Eye closed, lid needle and thread
Mouth closed lid needle and strip..
Got something that no thinks Can not reach.
Roaming confuse in some hall of sin, in all my shielded pride.
Keep your fat ego well hide Words like a razor on your teeth
Slowly slipping into slime Blood and lies ooze out and stain
And not realy cares what realy bleeds
Eye begin to ponder pride
Undignified, unsignified
Subjectives pieces of misled youth
Undignified, unsignified
8. THE IVORY OUROBOROS
(Instrumental)
9. THE BLEEDING WOMBS OF ANANKE (BONUSTRACK)
Like this liquid burning
That frays the circle line
Each heartbeat consumes
The Time in the mirror of an eye
Consummatum est
TU, Solis Magnum Speculum
TU, Qui Mortem Vitamque Vertis
Daimon avvolge il fuso
Daimon intreccia ordine
Daimon sussurra urla
Daimon al grembo di Ananke
Close the crystal vase with the strenght
Of Ermete's seal
Cause it shouldn't become a frame
For the errant winds
Transfigure your body with the foam of the moon
Daimon svolge spire in sentieri concentrici
Incastra volontà
Daimon che non si può volgere indietro
Sprofondando nel viso di Ananke
Mother where is your son?
Are you bleeding all your hopes?
Transfigure your body with the foam of the moon
Roaming in a circumradiant dance
Daimon svolge il fuso
Daimon intreccia ordine
Daimon sussurra urla
Daimon al grembo di ananke
Daimon svolge il fuso
In sentieri concentrici
Incastra volonta'
Nella sua trama di vetro
10. 7 VOLTE 3 E' UN SOLE ERMETICO (BONUSTRACK)
7 Volte 3: E' l'Uno che rimpiange il Molteplice
(E' un Sole Ermetico)
7 Volte 3: Sorridon' gli inferi dall'alto dei cieli
(Nel Quando di ogni Dove)
Rimpiange l'Uno nel Quando di ogni Dove
7 Volte 3: La Luna dona il pallore al Sole
(Da cuore immobile)
7 Volte 3: Nel tuo sigillo ho riposto il mio nome
(Che ora sacrifico a te)
La Luna sacrifica a te il suo pallore
Flicker, tremble, shudder of god
Trinity is drowing in Logic
And Essence degenerates in something
That not reminds me its opposite
Bringing flowers from the cradle of vainnes
Cause my blood needs no-substance
My thoughts feed with subversion
They're succulent lambs for the wolves
Neither from the abyss, and nor' from the sky
Spyral is descending when it's rising high
Corso Inverso
Landscapes of not-healed-stabs
Are jewels of aesthetic irony
On the womb of a pregnant goddes
Who's going to bear rationality
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