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ATROPOS LYRICS
"Silent Touch" (1998)
1. Fatum
2. Wooden God
3. To Sleep
4. Forgotten
5. Winter
6. Every Silent Touch
7. Baphomet
8. Desire
9. ***
1. Fatum
Between the corridors
of darkness
I enter the Hell
A little dwarf
wearing satanic cloth
spreads his wings of destiny above me
He jumps on his short legs
in passing catching the toads
spread on the naked rocks
His face is wrinkled
His eyes are diabolic
I look on the cloud
in my innocence
to learn how the twilight
looks like
Dreams gather
my body on fire
up into infernal
eternity
The last wish
Black Orchid
2. Wooden God
3. To Sleep
4. Forgotten
Fire
Blood
Water
Bread
Birth
Sin
Jesus
Set
Born in pain
As shiny soul
To rot between
The shine and shade
I am the lord of the world
He said
I am the master of time
He thought
He jumped
He's lost
And the world persists
My spirit
Rounds
Over the memory of milliards
Of souls decaying on
The bank of Styx
And over the dreams
Of unborn
This is the work of man and
Gods
Of present and future
Life
And the sky will stay
Blue
5. Winter
6. Every Silent Touch
Every silent touch which the night is is magic
Dancing flame of the candle of anxiety
Let me sink in this sea when it's closer to the stars
Cornerstone of existence
Every breath is the litany of loneliness
Lapped in the coat of the night
When the flowers will cover the gardens and the birds will come back
Everything will succumb to the stress
Of the impressions and loose its proper look
Is this the creek of bones or of the rigging of my ship
I feel so old, so dispossessed of all my feelings and dreams
On the rough sea of your body I gratify my desires hiding
Behind the columns of both faiths
Let me sink in this sea when I dream all of these moments so much.
Mother night is strict but she's never thrown away
My prayers for the place in her robe.
7. Baphomet
8. Desire
Desire, that burns inside me
Howls, wants us to have
A besetting sin
Take my vicious hand
Step with me into the circle of delight
Cross the river of lust
Break the border of fervourland
I am the fallen angel
The fall on the range of death
For ages
Desire - older brother of Love
So resemble closely to each other
Both taking the mind
Both scraping against madness
Irrational
Irreligious
Is Love worthy of our blood
Is Desire worthy of our lifes
Giant roses blow on the slopes
Of the fall on the range of death
I am the fallen angel
Who's fallen for ages
Trying to catch the thorns
Necklace of fustiness winds
Around my neck
I suffocate with my involucre
Job's turtledoves call me
To Love and Desire
Take my vicious hand
Step with me into the circle of delight
Howl with me in the extatic cage
Break down the bars, become the wildness
I am the fallen angel
The fall on the range of death
For ages
Is Love worthy of our blood
Is Desire worthy of our...
Death
9. ***
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