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ANTHEMON LYRICS
"Nocturnal Contemplations" (1998 EP)
1. At Dusk...
2. Nocturnal Contemplation
3. Blood as a Flower
4. The Dark Lights
5. Coming Back to Life (My Third Birth)
1. At Dusk...
2. Nocturnal Contemplation
The Sunset is about to come. You were my sun.
The moon is gonna come. Want to be alone.
I'm walking on this path where roses have been spread
After your departures to the Land of the Dead.
My footsteps resound on the grass, and my cries
Grow as the white dove dies.
Where you are, you may hear my weeping.
Where you go, you may feel my fears.
The red sun sleeps with the distant Horizon.
The first moonbeams begin to chill strenghtless arms.
"Beneath your feets, lies the sun burning my shroud.
The happiness haunts me as the sky and grey clouds,
Give birth to infernal winds and cold rains.
Then, comes the Silence..."
The Moon appears behind the mountain of Lust,
Straight away I stop crying to look at her. I must
Forget this world and wash my hands of this life.
Let the Moon be my wife !...
Let the Moon be my daughter !...
Now, on the path, where my tears have been buried,
After my meeting with the spirits of the Moon,
Footsteps still resound. Slowly, this holy tune
Falls apart as I'm standing next to the grid.
Where you are, you may not hear my weeping.
Where you go, you always fell my fears.
3. Blood as a Flower
Hidden inside my heart, this flower withers,
The petals have disappeared through my tears.
Only your words fed it with fresh water,
So Ive got no reason to stay here.
Your lips on my heart, my love bloomed,
Your fingers on my eyes searching for the gloom.
The water has getting warm, now I'm doomed...
"Like blood, flowers are useless when Death
Blood as a flower, it covers my sorrow.
Comes and takes away your last breath..."
Sorrow fades away with time and wind.
Red petals dancing on your naked charms,
The cold wind caressing my strengthless arms.
I know forgetting you is a crime.
Inside me, only silence and sorrow chime.
"Like blood, flowers are useless when, alone,
Blood as a flower, it covers me now.
Death comes and stifles your last moan..."
Sorrow fades away with time and sins.
Blood as a flower, your flower is mine.
Blood is a flower, your blood is gone.
Blood as a flower, your flower is Aeon.
Blood as a flower, your blood was divine...
4. The Dark Lights
I've never seen this woman before hating my life.
This moon, rising Death, its blood-stained knife.
Moon and Sun, Death and Life, Night and Day,
Opposing feelings coming from the same way.
Guided by the moon, I'm about to die
Under the dark light but now I follow
the moonglow...
Walking through a mesmerizing light,
Leading me to an eternal night,
I'm searching for a reason to accept myself.
Inside me, the pains dwell.
The treschold is crossed... sign of cross.
The split is done... spread bones.
Falling tears... growing fears.
Iluminated nights... dark lights.
Under the Light, following this blackened rainbow,
Guided by the Moon, I'm dying in the rain.
Opposing feelings coming from the same might,
Sun and Moon, Life and Death, Day and Night.
This Moon, rising Death, my blood-stained life
5. Coming Back to Life (My Third Birth)
The sun is back, the snow slowly begins to melt.
I come back to life, where we used to yell.
I will never forget you, my sweet bride.
Can't forget the love we had to hide
From the immortal birds to enjoy Life,
But they forgave us for fooling their faith.
The sky doesn't carry clouds any more but lets
Coloured birds tear apart its blue dress.
I'm walking alone beside a peaceful lake.
Here, my heartbeat feels like a earthquake.
Wind no longer blows. The river opens its bed
To the fish, to my past. The book I read
My heart where I've drawn your face, my bride.
Tells me not to forget the love we had to hide.
From the eternal birds to be alone,
But they forgave us for the evil we've done.
From the whitest birds to enjoy Life,
But they forgave us for killing our faith.
The sun is back, the snow slowly begins to melt.
As the birds are singing, I no longer hear your yells.
The sky doesn't wear clouds any more but lets
Coloured birds tear apart its blue dress.
Wind no longer blows. The river opens its bed
To the fish, not to tears. The book I read
My heart where I've drawn your eyes, my wife
Tells me that I've came back to life...
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