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BELTPHANATH LYRICS
"Dreary epigraph of a slumber (Sullen veils of nightfall)" (2001 Demo)
1. Intro
2. In The Mist of Wrath
3. Sullen Veils of Nightfall
4. Thirsty Orchids in Black Eve
5. Mourning Days of Nostalgia
6. Outro
1. Intro
2. In The Mist of Wrath
Dark Sedition embrace the thread of
Twisted barbs fallen from grace
Emulous gale of yore roar for black tumulus
of pest.
...And behold a velvet a night glean the crop
of a beatiful darkness...and how the
orchreous thorn of sorrow deify my breath at a rusty threshold of light clawing the
celestial dreams with pride this is the
septic blight of my ire. Drowned in the dark
spring of my cry...but the gist of
my garden is the gift of darkness the
silence of my sadness.
But embrace the wind of my
redemption and caressed with a quenchless
thirts, the tears of my darkness, and thus
my dismal flame consoles thee bebeath the
lowering sky of light.
...Underneath sightless storm
Heltzevt sigh for the black goddess...
-crowns her tears-
at the sinful eve with the eiderdown of
the blackened winter.
Beyond the grace of god...drunken angels
undressed at the pale reflection of dawn,
bless the wrougth passion with virginal
incest.
...Pernicious evil crawl in stealth to me
Ominous wind...
disdainful laughs...
In the silent mourn...
midst dreams entwined...
In the abyss of fire...
the cenotaph...
of endless shadows...
bewail the darknight...
of pure wrath...
I crave for thy flame and the arts sown in
thee..
3. Sullen Veils of Nightfall
Drunken of perfume of a obscure dirge
I hold the dreams within my tears
...and fall asleep... in a sulky dusk,
forgotten in the vein of obscurity.
Now tearful I shut my eyes...weeping for thee
as widow's weed tears.
Under acrid clouds of desirable darkness lost
I kiss the plough seed wiyh passion
but the effluvium of breath confound me...
atudded with bitter teras
in admiration...I infatuate the wine in
black blanket of nightfall
but I behold a fine thread deify the
sublime flame in the dark rivers of a
undying dusk.
¡Oh! Heal my wounds in weedy meadow of
night...taste to taste...embrace my wail
with pride.
Under a graven kiss of darkness
In silence fall with thee...
Wrapped in sweet petals of ire & drenched of
Sorrow...
...And thus, dressing in mourning, still wish
a blossom's tear...embraced by sullen veils of nightfall.
4. Thirsty Orchids in Black Eve
Swollen thorns clawing the melancholy night from tired storms
Dark shadows embrace the whisper for the ashes
in the arts of desire lost in the silence of her
mourning
How many lustrum can contemplate the path of
sorrow
the cold wind crawl the thick mist of crisp yarn
and her woe at the pallium of the night snatch
the dim poems dispersed as Hinnom's delirium
the dying pain of arid eyes wrap the dainty promise
caven in the crestfalien tono of autumnal foliage.
¡Oh! Asperous taciturn wind disseminated into the ignorant drawsiness of the lividness withered.
The vividness of delicate umbelliferae scalter
the bitter gospel on ebony cup for the grief meadows.
Thirsty orchids drinking the fertility of the seed
and the oath at the cypress drapes the spirit
of fruit bud to mirtle and the seed shall be the
groan grieved like the pestum's roses in the dark
yearning.
5. Mourning Days of Nostalgia
Drowning in the nectar of the flame
bound by the black goddess to a obscure
hymen
I leave my wishes...those haggard
tales...
wich a shelter me from the gesture of
the darkness
wich I have forgotten
...but any beauty distress withering
the empty
pictures of the life and blind me with
the
rotten blood of a dying cross.
The seminal branches of evil
embrace my dreams as a monument of all
those
nocturnal weeping in thy name I drink the
Black blood calling the fall...
At the darkest moon thou summoning all
my desires to twist the blind
lamb's aged fruit
I desire thee...as autumn tears
bewail the thy hellis decree
for years thy sorrow I have
mourned and
kissed the black bleed of thy
pale crown
embelished with the
sins of blasphemy
...but what is the
gist?...the yield of a
tearful eve,
...ingrowing
wounds in
meadows
of light...
but thou are the
night where I
have lost
perfume of
fullmoon nights
and thou
shall worship
my woe within
my forlornness.
6. Outro
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