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ECTHALION LYRICS
"In The Embrace Of Nocturnity" (2000 Demo)
1. Nonexistant Souls
2. In The Embrace Of Nocturnity
3. Frost Glitters Beneath It's Surface
4. ... As The World Drowns In Rivers Of Tears
5. Laurelin
6. The Hour Of Dusk In The Last Of All Forests
7. Shrouds
1. Nonexistant Souls
Angel,
her nonexistent soul sheds tears that burn,
the smile she wears,
makes graves,
this weary night her figure turns into a truthful shade,
then fades without notice,
her haunting laughter still echoes,
in the void,
and we,
the spirits dwelling in the gloom and cold of the night,
We wail together with her,
with no voice, until our ethereal figures disappear,
forever to be lost.
2. In The Embrace Of Nocturnity
My eyes burn in lust,
before the impenetrable,
wall of darkness,
two sparks flashing in the infernal,
eternal,
night.
I yearn for thee,
fallen angel,
n the other side,
darker than mine,
I yearn for thee, | fallen angel
on the other side, | the pale and lustful lips,
of thine.
My eyes burn in lust,
alone I stand,
unstirred
Imagination takes me there,
to the other side
with thee, dutchess of nocturnal,
souls.
I yearn for thee,
fallen angel,
n the other side,
darker than mine,
I yearn for thee, | fallen angel
on the other side, | the pale and lustful lips,
of thine.
Despair,
I wend my lonely path,
endless,
never reaching you.
in the embrace of nocturnity,
night hugs me cold like you in my filthiest dreams,
in,
the embrace of nocturnity.
3. Frost Glitters Beneath It's Surface
A beast is drawing night,
as daylight dies,
once again,
passing sullen shadows,
of a winter,
landscape,
towards,
this creature,
of frailty,
who walks here,
her feet,
shuffling,
through dead leaves,
a beast is drawing night,
as daylight dies once again,
passing sullen shadows,
of a winter landscape,
towards this creature of frailty,
who walks here,
her feet shuffling,
through dead leaves,
moving inside a forest forlorn,
destined to never find solace,
into despair and night it was born,
and frost glitters beneath its surface.
Her hands touch the bark,
of ancient,
trees,
and helms of her robe,
become covered,
in snow,
the presence of the beast,
goes unnoticed,
by her,
until she looks,
into eyes that,
can reflect,
no life,
her hands touch the bark,
of ancient trees,
and helms of her robe,
become covered in snow,
the presence of the beast,
goes unnoticed by her,
until she looks,
into eyes that can reflect no life,
observing it's pray for the thousandth of time,
sealing her fate as countless times before,
suprides to find pain in its tained heart as frost glitters beneath it's surface.
Is this world,
not woundrous indeed,
is this world,
not woundrous indeed,
behold the pale moon,
and starlights above,
behold the pale moon,
and starlights above,
are there not so many things,
for us to do and to feel,
are there not so many things,
for us to do and to feel,
could there be less,
for us,
but love,
could there be less,
for us,
but love.
Are there not so many things,
for us to do and to feel,
could there be less,
for us,
but love,
there is no love inside me to share,
as frost glitters beneath my surface.
Her hands touch the hide,
of a dusktime beast,
and the helms of her robe,
are covered,
by snow,
they stand,
so still,
in the cystalline forest,
amidst the sullen shadows,
of a winter,
landscape,
her hands touch the hide,
of a dusktime beast,
and the helms,
of her robe,
are covered by snow,
they stand so still,
in the cystalline forest,
amidst the sullen shadows,
of a winter landscape,
finding its way through the forest forlorn,
it's search for solace is close at hand,
tainted heart weeping red hot blood as frost glitters beneath its surface.
4. ... As The World Drowns In Rivers Of Tears
When mournful sun turns bleak and prepares for,
eternal slumber,
last grimson rays grow cold,
before our,
anguished eyes,
dark gloomy clouds stand still,
under saddened,
celestial vault,
the epoch of grief is closing,
in,
and sullen sorrow,
slays the ray of joy,
it converts us what we are,
the lonely,
depressive,
beings,
and tears from countless eyes,
will never stop,
never dry,
immense dejection,
is conquering,
our eyes,
tears,
will never stop,
never dry,
immense dejection is,
conquering our eyes.
The sadness,
gathered for centuries of time,
is now deludging,
us with dismal and despair,
all silent signs,
of sorrow are recoming to life,
as world is fading,
in this last agony.
The world infected,
with final,
sullen,
plague,
all life,
ascending,
in perpetual,
flames of pain
fake mask of joy,
burns to ashes with,
previous past,
amidst the weeping,
new kingdom,
enthroned,
the sun now perished,
no stars in blackened sky,
the world so lonely,
forlorn by universe,
forgotten love and delight,
just endless solitude,
find end in tears.
5. Laurelin
As,
my mind drifts off,
in deceitful slumber
I cannot shake the vision of your eyes,
emerald green inside a ghostly,
pale,
I still hold dear this,
remembrance of you to no end,
to no end,
to no end,
to no end.
where could you wander,
on this very night?
I pass your shadow,
with every,
step,
spectral hands caress,
this tortured,
soul,
I feel you move inside,
my bleeding,
heart until I die.
Painful,
imagery,
reflects,
upon,
the sky,
I swore,
to set you free,
and so I,
did,
my,
paradise,
appeared,
to be your, hell,
I whispered,
your name,
to hear the reply,
let me go, | let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
memories fade only,
to surface,
now,
I offered you my small,
and fragile,
world,
risen in memory storm,
wasted,
my life,
you taught me the real meaning of love,
it's pain,
emerald green inside ghostly pale,
I do not know the blade now in my hands,
your luminent eyes eternally set upon me,
I take this final step with thee,
my Laurelin,
my Laurelin,
my Laurelin.
6. The Hour Of Dusk In The Last Of All Forests
In the evening forest,
blackened figures stand,
these remnants of ancient evil,
do not,
move,
but their burning eyes,
shed shallow light from hell,
the fearful elements of nature,
wallow in anticiption,
as they expect a power,
greater than themselves,
and thus it comes to pass,
harken to hear.
The sky is no more,
for it is torn apart,
yet all around a thousand suns glow,
crimson,
and many more await,
their own,
genesis,
the forest cowers it's trees,
extinguished in the flames,
of the eternal bonfire,
then,
ashes,
dark creatures solemnly,
stand amidst,
chaos.
In expectance of something,
charred mouths move,
guardians of demonic orign show no care for the passage of time,
in a mortal world,
they do not concern,
themselves with religions,
for they have seen,
only pitiful gods,
the knowledge of their own One,
brings strength.
The moment,
of Arrival,
is upon us all now,
the weak shall surely pray,
to,
their deities,
and witness,
their pathetic downfall,
quick demise,
the strong shall do,
nothing,
in realization,
of submission,
and depravity,
of all,
that dies,
guardians,
await no more,
for it is time.
7. Shrouds
As she walks amongst us tonight,
we sense death in her stature,
it surrounds her young figure,
the scent of danger embraces us,
and we cower from her presence,
she looks upon our pathetic selves,
and a smile moves beneath her skin,
as early stars shimmer and shine above.
She has always been,
our keeper,
our lady,
our lady of twilight,
and stars and death,
we shall always be,
her children,
her kin,
in the shade of looming forests we walk.
We love her in desperate unison,
no sacrifice would be worthy of her smile,
yet we cannot ever cease to serve,
the one as beautiful as as dusk 'ere night,
it pains us greatly to see the truth,
death is her world, life took its leave,
still, in our monstrous hearts there is joy,
only our fingers can wipe her burning tears.
She has always been,
our keeper,
our lady,
our lady of twilight,
and stars and death,
we shall always be,
her children,
her kin,
in the shade of looming forests we walk.
They worship me,
I know this,
as wolves worship the moon above,
never,
will I tell them I miss,
the warm glow of the setting Sun,
they trust,
me with their undead lives,
hounds at the feet of their mistress,
I love them while my spirit dies,
my eyes stay closed in their soft caress.
She has always been,
our keeper,
our lady,
our lady of twilight,
and stars and death,
we shall always be,
her children,
her kin,
in the shade of looming forests we walk.
I have always,
been your keeper,
your lady,
your lady of twilight,
and stars,
and death,
you shall always be,
my children,
my kin,
in the shade of,
looming,
forests,
we walk.
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