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BEELZEB LYRICS
"Misanthrope's Aurora" (2004)
1. Mislaid in the Weird Labyrinth of Mirrors
2. Stalemate's Revival
3. Taciturn
4. Black Bottomless Lakelet
5. Misanthrope's Aurora
6. Out of Sorts
1. Mislaid in the Weird Labyrinth of Mirrors
HAVE YOU PERCEIVED HOW THE SNOW DISINTEGRATES
AND THE WHITE COLOUR FADES OUT?
AND HOW THE LEAVES ARE SHAKEN
BY THE AUTUMN'S WIND TO DIE?
DISTANCE HAUNTS US AND BREAKS UP THE NEARNESS
BOND THAT JOINS PAST AND FUTURE IS DISCONNECTED
OBLIGATING TO FORGET WHAT WE WERE, WHAT WE ARE
WHICH IS MISLAID IN THE WEIRD LABYRINTH OF MIRRORS
HAVE YOU EVER FELT WHEN THE DEATH HERSELF
PENETRATES DEEP INSIDE YOU?
HOW HER BLACK BLAZE SHINES
AND SPREADS AND OVERWHELMES YOU?
DISTANCE HAUNTS US AND BREAKS UP THE NEARNESS
BOND THAT JOINS PAST AND FUTURE IS DISCONNECTED
OBLIGATING TO FORGET WHAT WE WERE, WHAT WE ARE
WHICH IS MISLAID IN THE WEIRD LABYRINTH OF MIRRORS
NOISE UNDERNEATH HER BLACKENED FEET
AMBIGUETY LYING TAKEN BY HER HAND
PRISONERS WITHIN A ROUTINE'S JAIL CELL
HAVE YOU TASTED THE CHILL KISS FROM HER LIPS?
AND HOW YOUR VEINS ARE LIKE GLACIERS
THAT LEAD STRAIGHT TO A FROZEN HEART?
WOUNDS DON'T FORM SCARS
TEARS DON´T STOP RUNNING
PRISONERS WITHIN A ROUTINE'S JAIL CELL
HAVE YOU TASTED THE CHILL KISS FROM HER LIPS?
AND HOW YOUR VEINS ARE LIKE GLACIERS
THAT LEAD STRAIGHT TO A FROZEN HEART?
MY EYES HARDLY BELIEVE IN THE TINY SLIGHT SIGNS OF
HAPPINESS BEFORE THEM... EPHEMERAL CONTENT
PAIN AND SUFFERING EVERYTIME
TEMPORARY RELIEF - SUCH AS SMALL DROPS OF DEW SLIPPING AWAY
UNDER A SUN WICH INSPIRES NEW FALSE DAILY EXPECTATIONS... -
AMONG THE HOLLOW SPACES, LINES THAT CAN APPROACH ONE
ANOTHER ARE MISLAID IN THE WEIRD LABYRINTH OF MIRRORS
NO NAME FOR THIS DISEASE
NO CURE FOR WHAT'S GOT NO NAME
I AM JUST AWAITING
FOR ANOTHER MOMENT OF PERVERTED CLARITY
... TO WRITE TO MYSELF AGAIN...
MISLAID IN THE WEIRD LABYRINTH OF MIRRORS
DISTANCE HAUNTS US AND BREAKS UP THE NEARNESS
BOND THAT JOINS PAST AND FUTURE IS DISCONNECTED
OBLIGATING TO FORGET WHAT WE WERE, WHAT WE ARE
WHICH IS MISLAID IN THE WEIRD LABYRINTH OF MIRRORS
MISLAID...
PAIN AND SUFFERING EVERYWHERE
MISLAID...
2. Stalemate's Revival
CAN THE BARS OF OUR MEMORY IMMURE PERSISTANCE?
... SO THEY CLAIM: "DISASTER". NOTHING MORE
SEEMS TO BE BEFORE OUR SIGHT.
FOR EACH VAGUE, SHY STEP BEYOND,
THOUSAND VOICES OF OUR ANGUISH LEAD US ASTRAY
WE STOP TO REFLECT WITHOUT REALIZING
WE HAVE RETURNED TO THE STARTING POINT
FINAL SENTENCES APPEAR LIKE A JOKER DILEMMA
AS A REALITY OF JUSTIFICATIONS COMMITTED TO MEMORY
MASKS THE FALSE SELF-SUPPLY
WILL DANCE OF THE PAST PLAYED BEFORE US
TAKE IT'S MOURNING COURSE?
INDIFFERENCE DRIPS FROM A ROMANCE CAUGHT BY SURPRISE
... LETTING LIFE ESCAPE
SO NOW - IN OUR SHELTER, WHICH HAS COMPELLED US
WITH NO FREE IGNORANCE -
WHAT CAN WE HAVE RECOURSE TO
BUT REFERENCES FROM OUR DECONSTRUCTED PAST?
- SAME MISTAKES ONCE MORE
INTO PALE CORNERS OF THE SELF
INVERSE EXISTANCE
BEYOND LIFE AND DEATH
THOUGH STANDING HERE YET
SAME MISTAKES ONCE MORE
DAMAGE MORE THAN EVER
LONELINESS THAT EXISTS INTO EACH OF US
MAY CLOSE OUR EYES DEFINITELY
THEN THE WAIT FOR SOLUTIONS
WILL BECOME THE PARADIGM OF INSANITY
ALL AMONG THE OVERKNOWN ABSURD MONOTONY...
COARSE NOTHINGNESS SOAKS ME UP
SAME MISTAKES ONCE MORE
DAMAGE MORE THAN EVER
PERHAPS WE'LL TRY TO DISTILL FROM THE ENTANGLED PLOT
OF LIVINGS, MEMORIES, THOUGHTS...
THE CORE OF OUR OWN SICKNESS
ALL AMONG THE OVERKNOWN ABSURD MONOTONY...
COARSE NOTHINGNESS SOAKS ME UP
SAME MISTAKES ONCE MORE
DAMAGE MORE THAN EVER
3. Taciturn
NOW I KNOW...
I CAN TALK ABOUT NOSTALGIA
THAT BUILDING - OLD BUILDING - HAS LOSEN
HIS POLISH AND RUST SLIPS DOWN
THE GATES AND DOORS
JUST LONGING,
LIKE SOMEONE WAITING AND
STICKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD,
LIGHT OF THE ANCIENT GAZE
LOSES HER GLOW.
NOW I'M BLINDED ...
BY THE STEP OF MIST TAKING IT ALL AWAY.
THAT TREE-COVERED ALLEY, HAS GOT
THE IVY ALREADY DEAD AND CHILDREN NO LONGER PLAY IN IT.
LANGUID ARMS TRY TO EMBRACE
A BIT OF STARDUST
THEY HAVE FAILED AND ONLY GROPE FOR
THE COMET'S TAIL
YOU
MOVING TO ME
FROM MY INSIDE TO THE OUTSIDE
FROM THE OUTSIDE TO MY PRIVATE HELL
NO STOP
NO STOP FOR THE RESTLESS
FOR THE HELPLESS ONE
NEVER STOPS
I'M CALLING YOU
CALLING YOU
WITH ALL MY WORDS
WITH MY SILENCE
WITH WHAT'S BETWEEN THE LINES
4. Black Bottomless Lakelet
I HAVE SEEN A SUNSET REFLECTED
ON THE LAKELET'S JET MIRROR
I HAVE FELT THE NIGHTBREATH STORMING STRONG
THE MOON DRESSED IN A MANTLE OF FOG WATCHING OVER
THE SECRET UNTOUCHED INTO THE BLACK WATERS' SILENCE
LAND OF SOMBER INHERITANCE
LAND OF SPECTRAL WARRIORS AS THEY PROUDLY LIVED
ROBED WITH ENSIGNS OF WAR AND DEATH
DWELLERS OF THE COLDNESS ENGAGING IN BATTLE
I HAVE WALKED AMONG THE VAST SUMMITS CROWNED IN MIST
I HAVE HEARD SENTINEL WOLVES HOWLING
AT THE SNOW-COVERED CRESTS
SPOTS OF WHITE MOORS BRING ANCESTRAL REMEMBRANCES
- VISIONS ERST THAT I DO DREAM BENEATH THE OLD TREES -
LAND OF SOMBER INHERITANCE
LAND OF SPECTRAL WARRIORS AS THEY PROUDLY LIVED
ROBED WITH ENSIGNS OF WAR AND DEATH
DWELLERS OF THE COLDNESS ENGAGING IN BATTLE
TIME DRAWS NEAR
TO EXTEND OUR HANDS OVER THE SACRED STONES
AND SUMMON THE ANCIENT SPIRITS
I STEP DOWN DESOLATED RAVINES
THROUGH THE VALLEYS SWALLOWED BY DARKNESS
UNDERNEATH THE VIOLET LIGHTS OF A NEW FORM DAWN
LAKELET LIES ASLEEP UNTIL THE MIDNIGHT BAPTISMS
BLACK LAKELET: -
A GATE TO THE DEATH'S REALM PROFOUND
A DUCT RIGHT TOWARDS HELL
5. Misanthrope's Aurora
HUNGRY FOR THE FUTURE THINGS TO COME
IMAGINATION MAKES A MIRAGE GROW OUT OF THEM
AND THEY SEEM TO LOSE SENSE WHEN EVERYTHING HAPPENS
DOES ALL LIFE NOT PAY THE PRICE?
DON'T WE CLAIM FOR ANOTHER...
ANOTHER DREAM TO KEEP THE HOPE?
THERE WAS A USEFUL LIE OVER A LONG TIME
BUT NOW ONLY THE HARMFUL TRUTH EXISTS
SHATTERED AND GLUM, OUT OF SAFE PLACE
LOCKED UP INSIDE THE MIND, KEYWORDS ARE DISINTEGRATED
ETERNAL SEARCH RUNS INTO A CLOSE-WOVEN EMBARRASSMENT
THEN MISANTHROPIC VISIONS ARISE; LIFE BECOMES A SCAPEGOAT
STANDING ALONE WITH FRUSTRATION
AS A PROLONGATION OF DISSAPPOINTMENT
FEEDING ON THE SCRAPS OF LIFE
THAT ARE LYING IN THE INERTIAL FAILURE
STEP BY STEP IN SORROW MORE AND MORE
LIVING AMIDST DAYDREAMS AND LOOKS BACKWARDS
DON'T WE CLAIM FOR ANOTHER...
ANOTHER DREAM TO KEEP THE HOPE?
THERE WAS A USEFUL LIE OVER A LONG TIME
BUT NOW ONLY THE HARMFUL TRUTH EXISTS
EVERYTHING HAS DISAPPEARED
FEELING OF THE GLORIOUS SEASON STAYS IN THE NEVERMORE
CAN'T FACE THE WHEEL OF MY LIFE
CAN'T FACE NOR CHOOSE MY DESTINY
CAN'T SILENCE MY INNER VOICE
PERHAPS HYPERAESTHESIA, PERHAPS NEURASTHENIA, MAY BE JUST
SOUL PESSIMISM...
HOARDING INSIDE DISAFFECTION AND MISTRUST
NOSTALGIC SADNESS IMPREGNATES EVERY PLACE AROUND
MISANTHROPE'S AURORA ARISES
SHIFTED DOWNWARDS
ONTO A STONE THRONE - COLD AND ENDARKENED -
BY THE PALEGREY WINTER LONELINESS... ENGULFED
DON'T WE CLAIM FOR ANOTHER...
ANOTHER DREAM TO KEEP THE HOPE?
THERE WAS A USEFUL LIE OVER A LONG TIME
BUT NOW ONLY THE HARMFUL TRUTH EXISTS
6. Out of Sorts
DISREGARDED HELP... SNARED
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