Revelation

Oh sweet Melancholy, Muse of all that is holy
Gracing the regrets of actions past
Beguiling desires that are not meant to last
I surrender to your bitter insidious glory.

The deceased beast of Sentiment lays in the gutter
I traded a sinner for a martyr, and all i got was a lifeless pattern.

Oh impious Faith, Reveller of all that is rotten
Seizing the minds of humankind
Arming their blood spilling hands
You shall not make me do what is meant to be forgotten.

The crippled beast of Sympathy screams in the gutter
I traded a life pattern for an ideal and became a sinner not a martyr.

Gray Landscapes

I wander through rainless intersections
As civilisations' tears are all dried out
Clenching at hope, and cursing at revenge
Of the players down below and up above

Angels and Demons tend to forget their desires
In this twisted power play through the pyres

Watching the sun burn on to gray landscapes
Paving the way for a new order to take flight

Let us pray for it to rain for 40 days
To end all the suffering and strife
To wash the ashes to cleanse the wastes
Of the rotten flesh and the broken bones of my life

Angels and Demons tend to forget their desires
In this twisted power play through the endless pyres

Watching the sun burn on to gray landscapes
Paving the way for a new order to take flight

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The broken arrows of fate
They maim our souls
Our visions only remaining.
Together we devise
To sermon our last goodbyes.
Red stains on Gray canvas
They tell a story;
Of fallen angels
And prophets on the rise.

Pillars of futility
Straining our perception
Two-foldedly blinded
Led into our deception.
Together we demise
Our grandest dreams
To see is to feel
To feel is to pull at the seams.

The Unrequited

With fire eyes you tell me that I am wrong, I am wrong

But like a moth to a flame hungry for warmth I am drawn

And I am thrown, I am thrown deep into the orb of you

Where the lies she whispered they ring so true, oh so true.

Could you ever drown in the stencilled soul of me?

Tell me where was I failing to make you see?
And I ask, I ask, where did you learn to rule the world
You say you read the cards that are dealt and know the ones to fold
With your penniless ways and your lanes full of hurt, full of hurt
Since the dead don’t bleed, I bury my heart in the dirt, in the dirt.
Yet I cursed the light to enter your dark abyss
Tell me why was there such bite in your cavernous kiss?

Cross Visions - 'Overcliff' request.

Condemned, callously convicted

Hanging from the cross of humanity

His own symbol of redemption
Betrayed by men, by faith, by Father.

Motionless, numbed by the bloodshed

Nailed down and strung up

The thorns scourge his barren soul

Treason by vindication of the masses.

Father will you not hold me in your treacherous embrace?

Do not leave me hanging in this forsaken place

They have only but impaled me

And you refuse to save me

Do you mean to say I am dying in vain?

It is not of the flesh that I feel the pain

Shall I give my copious life for the ungrateful’s gain?

May your sins burn you at the falling of every rain

He curses the pristine, primeval sky
The light, the life, the virtue he shall all defy
He will welcomes the dark, the death, the vice

Clouds turn to crimson red by his baneful cry.

His vision is crossed, seeing infernos

Hearing evil whispers, thinking acts of evil

The ground, it shakes, bodies by the earth consumed

The devil, he rises, mankind and the heavens are doomed.

A taste of divine bitterness - 'Overcliff' lyrics request.

I can hear the silent scream of corrupt vanity

Sounding for sorrowful times coming

The drum rolls behind the hearse, defying gravity

Of ideals and morals melting

You wait for what you’ve wanted

You plan until you are haunted

You promise yourself your acts are undaunted

But you trust in the rage that leaves you feeling taunted

Perilous and senseless you lay

Bones shattered, mind battered

By desires of grand decay.

Lost and forlorn you shall stay

Lives departed, all hope trampled

But your sons, the price they will pay.

You pray to your gods of greed

You bury your living dead creed

You believe that by this you are freed

But you drain your spirit as it’s poison you bleed

I can smell the reek of a corporate sell-out
Driving in circles around the platinum fire in the sky
Feeding off the festered remains of sins, no doubt

Taste the divine bitterness as your soul is about to die.