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Heavenly Creatures
01:14
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Not long now, the dusk is nearing,
It is time for me to go, to head for the clearing.
I make my way, the candle burns bright,
Stumbling and falling through the dark, dark night.
Through the ivy-clad trees I see them dancing,
Such heavenly creatures, glorious abandon, lifting on the breeze.
They must never see me, or I will never be free,
Such wicked enchantment can bestow a cruel destiny.
They say fortune favours the brave
The difference found between master and slave.
But remember this, and remember it well,
A fragile path leads between Heaven and Hell.
And then I realise, then I see
This dance of the dead is calling me.
It's too late, my fate sealed, my light has gone,
Cast forever beneath the Seal of Solomon.
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2. |
The Blood Red Moon
01:23
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My eyes see only the brightest black,
My hands reach out for everything I lack.
As the mirror cracks from side to side,
My heart feels only the part of me that died.
From loneliness and heartfelt sorrow,
With shattered blade, I'll kill tomorrow.
With a twist of the knife, I'll cut so deep,
The moon blood red, angels will weep.
The chime hours ring the dead of night,
My soul roams alone, longing for the light.
But sorrow continues to caress my face,
And fate weaves me in to this godforsaken place.
The sun rises slowly, tomorrow becomes today,
The light shatters into a hopeless shade of grey.
So through the dark I journey on, sorrow my only guide,
Memories of a life gone by drag slowly by my side.
In darkened dreams of which I borrow,
Through shattered dreams, I'll live tomorrow.
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3. |
Shackles
02:23
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I creep into the darkness, it's where I belong.
Glistening shafts of light illuminate things long dead
How am I to know what lies ahead? And what is beyond?
In the depths of despair there is no sanctuary
This dark place romances my pain
It lusts for my anger, reaching through the bars of my cage
I study the dust and bones of things long since dead
And the voices grow louder inside my head
They whisper dark secrets, they consume all that was good
I have bridled the fear and unleashed the rage
I belong to the dark now, impure and broken
Smashed into a thousand icy shards
So fragile was my house of cards
Did it feel good? The blood on you hands?
Did it feel warm as you reached in and ripped it out?
My heart in your hands beating its last,
My wrists in these shackles, as I claw at the past.
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4. |
Purgatory
01:14
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As the last breath of day slips softly away,
And the cold kiss of night rises around me,
I think of you, the love of you.
For I know one day, the scales have to balance.
Nothing is forever, it will be time for me to pay.
For so much pleasure, must be repaid in equal measure.
Angels will weep for my pain,
But as I think of you, the love of you, I know I'd do it all again.
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5. |
Time..
01:05
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Imagine if time could stand still,
And we could step away from it for a while.
Think of the things we could do.
We could walk into a glorious sunset,
Never having to fear the darkness.
We could spend an eternity basking in the glow of a perfect day,
Knowing it will never end.
We could be together until time itself called us to task,
Knowing that even then, it wouldn't be enough.
Time kills us slowly, but without it, we have nothing.
For time is all we need when we have each other.
One day, time will be on our side.
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6. |
A Thousand Moons
02:09
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I awake in a room that seems familiar,
Yet somehow different.
I'm lost again in this half world,
Of memories and ghosts from the past.
These dreams come and go like tears in the rain.
I feel indifferent, and then you come back again.
A thousand moons will wax and wane,
My eyes reflect the stars,
But they don't see,
See you reaching for me.
Barefoot through the cold morn's dew,
I will walk alone,
On the endless search,
The search for you.
And so my soul shall never sleep,
Through shifting sands and angry seas,
The whisper of your touch,
Lingers on the breeze.
Barefoot through the cold morn's dew,
I will walk alone,
On the endless search,
The search for you.
For I know.. Yes I know.
That I once, and I will again.. dry your tears
On the edge of eternal moonlight.
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7. |
The Prophecy
01:09
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Silently you travel through the darkness of the night,
Surrounded by stars in the silver moonlight.
The question has to be asked,
The question has to be answered.
You fear your destiny,
You sense it in the dark, cool air.
When the warm wind touches your face, it is me.
I dance in the shadows, I move with the breeze.
Soon you will see, I am the spear of destiny, I am the prophecy.
You reach the sacred waters, you hands touch the past.
The question has to be asked,
The question has to be answered.
You drink from the sacred fountain, the die is cast.
There is no return, you are mine at last.
Now you see, I am the spear of destiny, your prophecy.
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8. |
Incubus
01:55
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Beyond the flickering candle light,
In the shadows, enchanting and calm,
Two eyes shone, so dark, so bright,
A creature resplendent in devilish charm
All at once she caught her breath,
Heart pounding like a drum,
The piercing fear of expectant death,
The anticipation of what was to come.
As he watched her with the faintest smile,
She was motionless and paralysed with fear,
Eyes closed tight and confused by the strange beguile,
Down her cheek meandered a trembling tear.
And so the Apollonian beast moved near,
His hand slipped behind her neck and stroked her hair,
He whispered the charms of ancient years,
Until at last she no longer cared.
Covering her face, an intoxicating shroud,
The arching of flesh and heightened bliss,
The dance of the dark like a thunderous cloud,
She craved the burn of the hot, hard kiss.
And he lay her down upon devil's anvil,
She was helpless to resist, losing her mind,
Burning was the forge and extreme was the thrill,
Demon and mortal so fiercely entwined,
As the eternal night gave way to the glittering dawn,
All that remained were the bruises and the pain,
Her face felt cold from first light's scorn,
She wondered if he would come again.
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Opus Dei
02:24
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Dark pews, cold stone, two things bright,
The glint of the blessed blade,
The alter bathed in candlelight.
He reads from the good book and continues to pray,
The mark of the Lord is coming,
He must fight the good fight, Opus Dei.
He lifts his hood and heads into the night,
Gripping tightly the blessed blade,
His knuckles icy-white.
I pass the Yew tree and the dreaming spire,
The snow teases with its eery silence,
And then I see the stranger's eyes, hooded and on fire.
I feel the slide of the blade, I fall, I see the crucifix,
And as the light fades from my eyes,
He searches for Satan's mark, the triple-six.
He prays for my soul, kneeling on the crimson floor,
The soldier of God departs, quest unfulfilled,
I wasn't the one, just a consequence of the holy war.
Falling, falling into an eternal twilight,
I am on the outside looking in, cold and alone,
The ice sparkles with dawn's first light.
You answer the door,
Two figures, their expressions say it all,
The cut of their words make you fall to the floor.
I watch you with a torment no words can explain,
On the stone is engraved 'Hold her gently dear earth',
A single red rose, a scant symbol of our pain.
But my thread is not cut and I cannot leave,
The blessed blade was nothing but a curse,
I can offer no comfort as you continue to grieve.
I scream and scream but you cannot hear,
Your face buried deep in your hands,
Through your fingers fall hot, salty ears.
My ice-cold hands beat on the frosty glass,
But all you hear is the raging storm,
You ask yourself 'why?' and dream of a life gone past.
You reach for the book and begin to pray,
You have found God, desperate for solace,
If only you knew, Opus Dei.
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10. |
The Raven
02:06
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Moonlight bright and forest deep,
The trees fell silent for a secret they did keep,
In her eyes there burned a smouldering fire,
The angel of dark and carnal desire.
Her whispers caressed the ancient words,
From the trees she charmed the black-feathered bird,
The spell was cast upon the darkening sky,
The moon shone in the raven's eye.
Her whispers did call the ancient ways,
And spoke of lust and dangerous days,
He was hers to charm with such forbidden things,
Her spell danced on the raven's wings.
As he drifted into the twilight world,
The dream was upon him, the wings unfurled,
The mist rose around him, to his knees he did fall,
Her whispers were hidden in the raven's call
Begging for mercy, he thrashed and screamed,
His torment burned bright in the darkest dream,
With all his strength no escape could he seek,
A lock of hair was in the raven's beak.
When the sun again shared its golden flames,
And the night snatched back its sinister games,
He lay alone, confused and forlorn,
A feather on his pillow, the raven was gone.
Every night the dark dream came,
From the twilight he would hear her whispering his name,
Of heat and flesh and relentless desire,
He was desperate to escape the burn of the fire.
And then one night he remained wide awake,
To end the torment was the vow he did take,
Taking his bow he loosed a poisoned dart,
The arrow pierced the raven's heart.
And through the forest echoed a deafening scream,
As the raven fell to earth so did the dark dream,
The curse broken, the dark angel consigned to hell,
At last he lay peaceful, no longer under her spell.
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11. |
Sonnet 12
01:35
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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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12. |
Sonnet 147
01:00
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My love is a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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13. |
Sonnet 149
00:49
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Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon,
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind,
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints.
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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15. |
Morte d'Arthur
03:24
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A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
For he that always bare in bitter grudge
The slights of Arthur and his Table, Mark
The Cornish King, had heard a wandering voice,
A minstrel of Caerlon by strong storm
Blown into shelter at Tintagil, say
That out of naked knightlike purity
Sir Lancelot worshipt no unmarried girl
But the great Queen herself, fought in her name,
Sware by her--vows like theirs, that high in heaven
Love most, but neither marry, nor are given
In marriage, angels of our Lord's report.
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until King Arthur's table, man by man,
Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,
And so the old order changeth, yielding place to new
But now farewell. I am going a long way
To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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