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LUMINARIA LYRICS
"Arche" (2004 Demo)
1. Intro/Unreasonably Forlorn Hours
2. World Built On Sand
3. Irmao
4. Lust To Imprison
5. Obsession Elyseenne
6. The Arabesque
1. Intro/Unreasonably Forlorn Hours
So why the chosen one I am?
To sit there in an empty room
Smashed with the wind's cold hands
Frozen by the winter's kiss
In this unreasonably forlorn hours
It's better to fall asleep
Eyes welcomin' night
Sinkin' in a silent cry
To get inside - it's fillin' up my head
Through veins to heart I'm gettin' high - above myself
I... I am so far, lost in mind, havin' time of my death
So why is this room the chosen one
For me to sit there in an emptiness?
Who let the wind to smash my face? To carry winter's kiss?
In this unreasonably forlorn hours It's better to fall asleep
This time's so pitiful
Morpheus makes me dream
"I'm inside your mind I'm among your blood
I'll make you say words you don't understand
I'll make you beg me to go away"
2. World Built On Sand
In your enchanted land
In your strange demi-world
Live delusions
That excite your ego,
Caress your vanity
A bit of hypocrisy
Some connections
And to have a ready tongue
Then you create a magic frame of big world
Simulated friendships
Invented events
Some achievement
You enjoy living in this illusory show
You dive in a charming dream
And you let the others believe in it
But what will remain of nothing?
What will remain of you?
3. Irmao
Irmao - I see that little faith in eyes
And I hear "No one I can trust"
Believe in me
Unforgetable mistakes You made
I don't remember now
Don't fade away
You aren't an icon of past,
You aren't an opaque flashforward
You are the fragments of looking-glass
Broken but reflective
We have yet time to rend our garments
To look out of the window:
Did destiny change it's mind?
To empty the eyes of despair overabundance
We have yet enough time
And I am not your god,
but weak and imperfect
Although I can be
Your humble monastery
Where you may deposit
Doubts anger or reveries
Don't recede towards an abstract space
before the time prescribed
Before this compulsory separation
I can show you the charm of ordinary day
Elementary colours
Don't shut yourself off at the land of Arctic
Leave your dreams of solitude
Fake misanthropic reality
Let's enjoy that true presence
I'm a sacred vase with divine breath
4. Lust To Imprison
Naked witch on my bed
Is it disease or lust?
Show me what's on your mind
Is it so hard?
I'm here just to crawl in your legs
I'm to suck your breasts
Unleash your anger, desire and pain
I want to suffer
(lucifire on my mind)...raging soul
What's on your mind?
Is it so hard?
Don't worry no one will get known
Whose job that bloody scar is
I know that you're not human
You're beast
Your nails on my back drawing the picture of madness
Your lips passionate, but face expressing the sadness
Why, please thell me why?
Am I too weak to give you pleasure or am I too real?
5. Obsession Elyseenne
I hope I won't have to
Endure despite the curses
And the bad wills
No need to resign
To express or to choose
And to loose for you the heart
To be but face to face
To have the approval of your traits
No tricks, no intrigues
This enigmatic promiss makes
That I will never think: It's too late
I want to submerge (myself)
Into your grandeur's seems
Into God's visiting card
And to look inside your soul
Realize - I'm not alone
You care
No tricks, no intrigues
6. The Arabesque
I'm shattered, in pieces
And lost in the ice abyss
I am biting my numb lips
The arabesque of hurting
Hiding all of the visions
Under the curtain of despair
Swallowing bitter experience I am
(You're) A sea of cold flames, masterpiece of force
Art of sacred rules You never defrost?
Fever atmosphere, diverging thoughts
A melody of discords, phariseean love
"I'm an empty shell Echo's treasury
Dancing on the waves
Memories among storm's insanity
All falling leaves won't remind you of me"
This punitive ...sounds
This blazing ...eyes
This bitter ...words
Still wish I had died
But I'll sink a million times
In the sea of cold flames
Still alive
Is the pain infinitive?
Then I am really shattered
Laying on your arras body
In this ancillary position
Like a burnt offering
"Sweat covered my forehead
Hands tied up in embrace
Tongues of burning pleasure I am"
You ornate me with your design of power
The complex mosaic of an interior movement
The intricate czardas dance - pleasure and pain
You're a sea of vivid flames
I am panchromatic matter
A masterpiece of love
The arabesque of suffer
I'll swim a million times in plurima incendia
Later, disobidient, go inshore
Spend hours waiting in the antechamber of your grace
Finally look for an antidote
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