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EMPYREAN SKY LYRICS
"The Snow White Rose of Paradise" (2004)
1. Love Poison
2. Reality Principle
3. Into The Depths
4. Peak of The Fall
5. Pleasure Principle
6. Empyrean Sky
1. Love Poison
Love PoisonThe stroke of twelve and the bells start to toll againI raise my blade to the moon, the ceremony beginsDrive it deep in the heart of the sacrificial lambRed candles cast shadows on my blood covered handsTo the beat of my heart I drink the flask.This spell of love hath now been cast.My body jerks as the fluid courses my veinsSweet visions of lust from inside of meAnd I call her name...Love Poison burning up my veinsLove Poison driving me insaneLove Poison could this be the endLove Poison bathe in carnal sinVivid images flashOf her body on mine;Her silky skin,And her filthy mind.The open backOf her evening gown,Becons me close;In her love I drown.When I saw her dancing at the ball that nightI new some how, some way, that I would make her mine.You may scorn the way I've lured her to my bed this night,But our senses tell a different tale of wrong and right.Curling my fingers in ringlets of hairLingering like autumn leaves in the air.Relish in the beauty of this delicate roseFrom lascivious calves to her innocent toes.As the snake charmer charms with serpent in handmy marbled persona turns quickly to sand.Her aura excites me as feelings cascade;An erotic arrangement of sexual charades. It's good I'm a doctor, she clearly needs care For the best diagnosis her shoulders are bared. Armed with my tools I'm quickly to work Probing my patient to find out what hurts. Though the cure seems so distant I shall not relent Armed with drive dedication and a strong instrument. "This treatment seems rough," the young lady laments. "Now open wide and take your supplement." This time she's the master and I a foul slave, So she beats me to teach: I'm an insolent knave. At times I'm confused mixing pleasure and pain, But who am I to question sometimes they're the same. It tickles a bit as I'm spread eagle tied, When I feel the cold leather brush my inner thigh. "This is for your own good," she screams as she scolds: Bound, gagged, and shackled I do as I'm told. So far these stories are all in my mind But thier reality will come in due time.Love Poison burning up my veinsLove Poison tearing at my brainLove Poison could this be the end
2. Reality Principle
3. Into The Depths
I would storm the gates of hell to see you once again.Hear devil footsteps in the corridors of sin;My angel guide takes flight to lead me through the din.The deafening winds taunt me to give in.Boldly I charge into the pit of eternal fire,Burning souls exalt to form the Devil’s choir,Nearing Styx the smell of sulphur bites my nose,And I am left alone to pay the boatman’s toll.And we ride into the depths of hell.Crossing the scorch’d earth Beneath a burning skyAnd with a squinted eyeInto the depths I ride.Across the barren lands Into the heart of flameWhere hatred knows no boundsLove has no name.Fear not my fallen doveFor you are not to blame Nothing can stop true loveOur paradise regained.If I close my eyes you’re always there,But my empty heart keeps me aware.And you know I love you so,I’d rather die than go on alone.…Cry not my love.…Devils make way.And though I walk on burning coalsThe horror chills me to the bone.Listen close and hear the moans Of the weak and dying souls.When I see you there Looking at me through your empty stare.I wonder where you areAnd if you still love me.…Cry not my love.…Devils make way.As I’m watching you Through my eyes so pale and blueI see your tears of painWas I to blame.John Welborn 1998-2001
4. Peak of The Fall
The Peak of the FallLove, where are you now?What do you feel now that I am weeping?And did you know, that when you left My heart was cold and empty?So I sit, and think of our last night together,And how I begged, but still you walked rightOut the door.This is the peak of the fall...How can this be the right decision,Aren't I a simple fool.A jester in the court of love,A painted clown of woe.As I sit here, in the dark...With my head in my hands,And my mind is racing,Where did I go wrong?And I wait for a knock at the door......A knock that never comes.This is the peak of the fall...How can this be the right decision,Aren't I a simple fool.A jester in the court of love,A painted clown of woe.Love, where are you now?What do you feel now that I am angry?And did you know, that when you left My heart was cold and empty?This is the peak of the fall...How can this be the right decision,Aren't I a simple fool.A jester in the court of love,A painted clown of woe.John Welborn, 11/00
5. Pleasure Principle
6. Empyrean Sky
Empyrean Sky Black shapes coagulate‘Neath the empyrean sky.A harvest moon rides lightly thereAn omniscient midnight spy.Amongst the stars appears a sign A great dragon of seven heads,Who tears out the eyes of HeavenAnd with darkness fills their stead.As the King of Tyre doth fallWe must head the angels’ call,For they know temptation well,But fear not the gates of Hell.Phul’s wings spread o’erhead;Seductive sprite with boots to the thigh.The trees adore her gentle caress,For in the wind you can hear their sighs.See how the princess dances round in the treesWhile the wind plays the willow song softly and sweetHer mind full of love, completely at easeUnaware of the storm rolling in from the east.The black light from a cloud covered skyPierces the heart on this murderous nightAnd our heroine, the fair one, doth fallTo the sound of the howling wolves call.See the creatures creep slowly from the groundAnd gather the princess ‘roundWith symbols anointing the groundThe maiden reborn as a fairy astounds.Now the story shifts from the wooded siteTo a differnt place on the same dark nightBright eyes peering through the reeds and frondsWatching a killer at work about a dreary pond.Gaze up and behold the sky...His victim struggles helplessly as he forces her to the ground.She scratches at his arms, the struggle stops as she drowns.He shows no emotion; no love, no lust, no pain, no regret.The scratches on his arms; memories he’ll soon forget.Gaze upward, behold the Empyrean SkyMajestic darkness covers up the light.Gaze upward, behold the Empyrean SkyClose your eyes and listen to the night. Remember the princess, the fairy born of the trees?She senses this evil through the animals unease.They ask her to help them rid the forest of the man,The killer, unfeeling, the one who murders with his hands.So the fairy flies, circling the swamp,‘Till she comes upon the man with death on his hands.The midnight spy looks down upon the weary manAnd sees a confused lover lying on the sand.Thus the fairy lands and places her soft handUpon the killer’s brow, unloved until now.The killer startled jumps surprised by the sightAnd wonders what foul things are happening this night.His fists raised up high To strike the fairy downBut in the presence of her love A smile conquers his frown.See his demeanor change from hate to lasting loveAnd as the mans sits down he removes his bloody gloves.In the name of she so fair The once bitter doth proclaim That with this newfound joy He’ll never kill again.Gaze up and behold the sky…Black shapes dissipate‘Neath the empyrean skyThe harvest moon once watching thereNow settles to close its eyes.Phul’s wings fold neatly away,The trees murmur their sweet goodbyesSee the glow as the sun wakes upAnd the moonbeams cease to shine.Gaze upward, behold the Empyrean SkyMajestic glow, chase out the night.Gaze upward, behold the Empyrean SkyClose your eyes and bask in the light.John Welborn 7/2001
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