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DISMAL EUPHONY LYRICS
"Autumn Leaves - The Rebellion of Tides" (1997)
1. An Autumn Leaf in the Circles of Time
2. Simply Dead
3. A Thousand Rivers
4. Mistress Tears
5. Carven
6. Spire
7. In Rememberance of a Shroud
8. Splendid Horror
1. An Autumn Leaf in the Circles of Time
With neither speech nor portrayals
he gazed up towards infinity's face
and as aloft the circles he rose, a sudden
breath of dark forgotten dreams came true
For never had he entered the fiery gates,
the mirror passage entry
to another existance
To another plane
Above the circles emerged another dream
For no man of mortal shell could know
where or when this planet existed
He drifted and saw stars
sweep across the sky
He saw suns perish
He saw visions rise from
emarald darkness
And lunar moonlit seas
A thousand years and then
a thousand moons...
2. Simply Dead
A passion of tears
close my soul as I
reach for your caress
Let me die in your flesh
while the heavenly bodies
burn out before our eyes
let me die and die again
Taste my blood
with emotional lust
Let your touch
embrace my mind
Show me a hidden path
to the source of wisdom
You are the rose on my grave...
Traces of flames made of ice
Never, never
No, no!!
My river in which
the dawn never shows
is hope hiding
Blood of my past
is still dripping -
Simpy dead
3. A Thousand Rivers
Thousands of years have passed
Still we do not know
O tell me, please, tell me
what lies beyond our comprehension
We are nothing but autumn leaves
swirling in the circles of time
Haunted by the shadow in our past
Time won't sweep away
our deepest scars of memories
It will carry them along eternally
Betrayed by the enigma of existence
Yet, we admire this insignificance
O shameful, pathethic
Listen carefully
to the sound of an evening breeze
And the sound of a thousand rivers
struggling towards the sea
But all is so dead and silent
Wel, this way it's got to be
4. Mistress Tears
As the earth does weep
The sun being set
Each flower moistened
Like a melting eye
I have deserved all tounges
to speak their bitterness over me
The lake of my treasures darken
being blown with the wind
Her circled eye
enforced by sympathy
of those fair suns
set in her mistress sky
who in a salt-waved ocean
quence their light
which makes the maid weep
like the dewy night
Grief dallied with
no law nor limit knows
deep woes roll silent
like gentle wind
Behold the thorns
hidden under each rose
Distress like dumps when
time is kept with tears
5. Carven
A world like this
we never before have seen
A prism in which the
shadows are all dispelled
- THE LIGHT IS SCARPENED!
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE LIGHT
We are not so far away from home
We are leaving again
Are you the one who will bleed my tears
of will my enchantment
burst once again?
Burst under your horrific words?
We do not seek to be the source
of your spells of sadness
I seek and I find my power to
creation, deliberation to expulsion
Do not sense, but see, my falsification
While I know this, I do not longer know
All there is, the taste of blood
AS LONG AS THERE IS LIFE
THERE IS HOPE
FOR AN END
6. Spire
Jeg dyrker rottene
Til min egen vrede
Og ser mine spirer gro
I en kamp mot minegen glede
prover jeg å slikke min sår
Da jeg ikke lenger lot dem drepe
Og jeg så kilden til minegen ro
Skal minegen spire av meg selv
Bli til en mektig skog
7. In Rememberance of a Shroud
We who run from the presence of the sun
By the voived bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream
All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge
All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge
To catch the shadow, let the substance fall
(in remembrance of a shroud)
Like the sun's bright beam entangled in melancholy
(in remembrance of a shroud)
Entangled in the black roars of an image's stream
(in remembrance of a shroud)
Of an-of an-of an image's stream
(in remembrance of a shroud)
Now i find hideousness in mind shall i disturb this hallowed house ?
I have been sent with dusk before to sweep the dust behind the door
I have been sent with dusk before to sweep the dust behind the door
Put the wretch that lies in woe in remembrance of a shroud
the match agreed - with flames admired
8. Splendid Horror
To these pale spectres
dwelling in the blackness of my sins
I behold her swirling tongue
floating in my swart lake
I can almost touch her limbs
Cloaked beneath her woes
I found my nothingness
withered among the pity
It Was Dead
Splendid horror, splendid horror
Splendid horror, splendid horror
The blood-red water
drives me into ecstasy
I scream of pleasure
as I crawl down to her
Even though they fainted
there is really nothing to fear!!
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