1. Yield To Me

I kneel to you
I bow to you faithfully
I bid you long farewell
but spit out my name, you will
come yield to me
I yield to you

You lay as though dead
I did dance for the devil
but judge me not for
into the midst of the fire I suffer now

Scorching pain burning me
for my repentance, my deceive
an orgy full of spite
gliding all through your heart
whatever the sin is
I love you yet

2. Truly A Suffering

When I weep on your shoulder
you caress me with the warmest embrace
Tears are not a comfort
but truly a great suffering

Scarring of the soul a reminder of
the bitterness,
gained through the years and years
in despair
What gift pays grieving
but the loss of sadness for a moment

Ignorance of children – admirable
they know not grief
The reminder of sadness
is still grinding
Still harvesting delight

A fragile bird he cannot fly
without his wings
You cut them deeply
when you were my God
and Gods always fail you

3. The Repentant

See the sun you left
dawning into the black sea into me
In my heart, this painful sea
a sea of spite, all that is inside
-set me free!

For evermore, bathing in your might
Flowing down my own streams of pityness

Can anyone save me from myself
Somebody hear me, somebody heal me

If you feel in your heart
You will know that my pride is all I have
If you look in this heart
you will know all that's left is but disgrace

I must be all forgiven
For I know not my sins

Do not wear this weary veil around you
to drag yourself down
For you are my own self, nothing else
but the true tempter

4. The Stings I Carry

Summon the winds and swear
If ever my God you were
Like silver in the morning-fields
I'd give my life for you

I do not exist
I am but two eyes and a shadow
I would make you see
If I had the courage

Dance your celestial witch-dance
gracious and hurtful

Weep like the night-clad sky
a crumbled leaf in dirt I lie
For slumbers sweet embrace I try
and in my dream that I may die

5. When Light Will Dawn

Time to depart and breaking the seal
Pour red wine and the softest of lips
Oh, wish me well and I go

Tower your strength, an ascendance to hell
Cut me deep with your ignorance
and leave me be

I scorn my pityful self
do not cherish my mistakes

Your fury rules
at hand within when light will dawn
and sun will fade
Darker than the darkest night
what burning lust you radiate

Carry me, into the fields
In roses lay,
Souls are now eternal sealed

From my cup, you quenched your thirst,
I'm bathing in misery, you gave your first

6. In Fields Of Pestilent Grief

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7. Facing Failure

Now the snow just as might lay
cloaking all the remains
shrouding of all the wounds
and sores
of losses and fatigue
with pure, white
amnesia

The shrieking ruin
of a hard winter's kiss
takes forever more summers
to mend
Rather it lay cold and dead
than revealed in all
it's necrotic splendour

In days of revolt
I too would carry a torch
and swing at my arrows
But time is ruthless
and heals nothing

For the sun uncovers
by it's taunting rays
are like swords to lies
life and dreams,
however nightmarish
(are built upon)

8. What Could Have Been

Bringer of rain,
mother of heaven's tears
'least you hide my own, least you hide
I swear you touched my heart
A thousand aeons worth
of hopelessness...
Leaves me freezing
Where you once burnt, where you once burnt

More like two lost children
seeking shelter in each others
Nothing unpure,
to regret,
'tis all we share now
Averting eyes and stone silence
chases not the winter night,
but summons storms

Why all the distance now?
We were close,
and our souls touched
If only for this very moment
warmth was in our hands

9. Vile Are The Pains

Grow strong
and learn to fly
Do not for an instant
consider
the circling death above
nor the slithering one
below

Soar and bask
in your youth
Many and vile
are the pains on your path

Blacksmith of fortune and fate,
a cunning trickster,
brings down the hammer
with unexeeded might
Mad and blind
(Will you be crushed?)

Better not ponder
Follow the footprints
Do not worry,
you will always be caught
if you fall...
(...won't you?)

Half-chance is life
and though the arrows
missed you so far,
your body remembers
how to squirm,
and your heart
how to bleed

10. Epilogue

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