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A LEGEND FALLS LYRICS
"Analyzing Tactics Of The Morally Dead & Dying" (2005)
1. Opus no.17
2. Progeny & Poltergeist
3. Opus no.16
4. The Ominous
5. Opus no.20
6. A Separation of Sentiments
7. Opus no.19
8. Of Treachery and Romance
9. Form of Kypris
10. Childern of Lilth
1. Opus no.17
Starting anew. The selfish, the putrescent, control and the amiable. Weathered by weary in rotting new skin, fresh for the falling. Once degraded by what we've been fed. Twice degraded by taking it in. Nevermore
2. Progeny & Poltergeist
What have you to say as we struggle to divide ourselves beyond the lines of compromise? There can be nothing quite so fair as the cigarette burning through the calmness of our cotton littered canopy. How beautifully the ash falls upon unexpectant, smothering, until everything is one. Once darkest essences fade away, into soothing grey, what you fear will be what you have taught: Morals are everything, elsewhere lies suffering. Natural impurities. Oh god, wake up. Wake up. It's nothing but a means to contain. But the system is failing. We're quite uninspired by the tale of miracles. Although, whitecoats and skepticism aside, we may require an exorcism so send the priest before our actions lead others to disbelieve. Which truth's more lie? That there was or that there wasn't? Exploitation has dispersed the weak willed ones, pit them against themselves. So which lie's more truth? That there is or isn't? And what have you to say as we. They don't mean to defy you. It's not their fault. struggle on? I'll take pity on the ones who in names of unknown have been martyred. Created all the same's the reality but show me life in harmony. I'll watch it die. Eye for an eye as we all go blind.
3. Opus no.16
4. The Ominous
Keep your face down. Hold your breath sweetness, this moment is beauteous. In the stillness we undermine the innocence. Be silent. Your screams are but a whisper now. The blood that stains the asphalt taints you harlot. In glorious creation the one who watches over you absolves the deed in motion. It warms the soul and brands us whole. So pure to enter into this tragedy. This prodigy is a reflection of my pain. But not my own. Share this cold steel. My will now turns to unity. The matriarch and the omnipotent. Let the child roam. Caged, I age to be set free and alone. Let the lost roam. In a sense I lost myself. Our innocence meant something more than our desire to isolate and in your scent I found my purpose. So face down. Hold your breath sweetness, this moment is beauteous. Face down. Share this cold steel. My will now turns to unity. The matriarch and the omnipotent. The matriarch and the ominous. Break the cycle
5. Opus no.20
6. A Separation of Sentiments
Isn't it all just a little overwhelming? Accept my hand. Let me guide you. Accept my guidance. Let me defile you. Lead you. Consume you. Break you. Complete you. Just to remain. This entrance into my caring arms will leave you wanting nothing and end life in reverie which will not cease your strength to wither, intentions to fade, leaving you with my bond. I will nurture your ambition to be someone and I will nurture your imagination. Just not enough to keep it alive. Still too much to have wasted your time but not enough to stray from the tedium that starts the heart bleeding and keeps us from crossing the line. The line lies beyond. This whisper: officious. Condone my malevolence. You set your bounds on everyone to ease your pain. I can't take your tales. Your lie breaks my volition leaving me empty now. And now your lonely and so I enter into your mind again for delusions of grandeur but I won't stop. I'm not under your onus. Isn't it all just a little overwhelming? It all comes down to this. A separation of sentiments and in choosing a path for myself it's better to have failed because I'm not living your lie. The footsteps of your lie. You lied.
7. Opus no.19
8. Of Treachery and Romance
9. Form of Kypris
Doubt truth to be a liar but not that I love Look up, see past the grey. The radiance seeps through and suddenly there is awakening with so much to offer and yet still so little to share. It misleads those who sustain the will to carry on. This is the energy that emanates from the emptiness, devotion to the eyes of the beloved. Don't let the excess of aura be blinding, there's simply no more words can express. She's held in such warm regard. Such a gentle face, kind soulful eyes. Sweet Kypris. Helplessly addicted to the inviting simplicity of a silhouette. There's temptation brooding. Setting the souls in motion, letting all go. This affliction knows no healing. Given place by cryptic decree. Effigy of a recollection set ablaze by the desire to be in the thoughts and heart of no other but the one all senses seek. In time we'll be standing listlessly in the unknown. Revisting what's done conveys the break. In revisiting the deed recountance breaks the desire to stand. What has been done is done. What is to come is to come for no one. Wallowing in unease. Restlessly awaiting release. There will be no more contemplation once the deed has been matched. "I love you."
10. Childern of Lilth
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