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LOVE HISTORY LYRICS
"The Astral Silence of Blooming Virgin Beauty" (1993 Demo)
1. Intro - Moonshine
2. Virgin Beauty
3. Blew Aeons of Happiness
4. Kythereia
1. Intro - Moonshine
2. Virgin Beauty
I descry my hope in the return of beautiful,
that blooms like the roses at your lips,
my life changes into earthly paradise,
angels shed the tears of happiness over our fate,
palpitations of the hearts join in the time of blessed bells,
symphony of splendour throws our souls to the captivity of passion.
Sunshine fills the beads of morning dew by the caress,
scouring the kisses of our worlds by its rays.
We´re floating by eternity of celestial areas with the closed lids
where the godness of happiness dwells and her voice whisper:
''lie down your body on the florid bed and allow to your thoughts live out
the nirvana in memory of yesterday's suffering,
sleep and listen the astral silence of blooming virgin beauty.
3. Blew Aeons of Happiness
My eyes are lifting toward the silver flowers of the black garb of night,
I whisp the words of salvation and I beseech,
I tender beseech this silent witness of evil for a deliveration.
I feel the pain of dying beauty, two inert crystal pearls shed the tears over our vanity.
A touch of happiness before the bloom of anger and despair.
I want to go by journey of my silent dead memories
as to start of my gate of happiness,
I´ll give drink to you from goblet of my faith.
You´ll search your lost paradise,
you´ll go wrong to own heart and there you´ll find the pain
and memories of blew aeons of happiness.
4. Kythereia
The love emerges from the seawaves
in a shining beauty as from the warning human soul,
I see a bloody sea to which the tired sun is drowning
with the astral gleam and resounding murmur,
the crystal waves are driving at the walls of unknown delight´s temples.
The godness of love abound in sweet honey of love,
but also a bitterness of sorrow wakes the feeling of a welfare in our hearts.
Lightrays in the dark history of love show through the fading shadows,
look at the singing faces celebrating the touch of the sea and the heaven´s fire.
You´re hit by Eros´s arrow tame your uncontrolled passion,
you write by your own blood wonderful words
about idea of an immortal love to the bark of hundred years tree.
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