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MIRRORTHRONE LYRICS
"Of Wind And Weeping" (2001 Demo)
1. Beyond the Mirrorthrone
2. The Notion of Perfect
3. Moi Mort..
4. Of Wind And Weeping
1. Beyond the Mirrorthrone
Lying under a melting moon
I bemoan the truth I shall never know
For I'm pulled by the winds of Eternity
In a chasm where no sparkle of light dances
Infinite thoughts dyed with madness
Like celestial gazes through a maze of Nothingness
Thus wanders my dreamful soul
Like an absurd shadow fleeing the sun
Against all nature, against the tide
Again and again I try
To escape that blindfold iron era
In order to reach the stars, carriers of wisdom
So let my eyes close
And my mind travel
Beyond the illusory beauty
Beyond the silent and motionless rivers of pain
Over the frozen waterfalls we shall rise hand in hand
And top the corpse of the moon eyeing us scornfully down
From her mirrorthrone in the nightsky
Whence she spells her curse on our yet blackened hearts
No smiles shall enlighten our faces sculpted in marble
For lost is our cause
But through astral travels we shall find another reality
The true essence of Life... and Death...
2. The Notion of Perfect
The quest is on !
The Truth is awaiting somewhere
Laughing at my poor self
Whose frozen heart trie to breathe
Through a blinding curtain of snow
Falling from a dead and boring sky
Darkened by the heavy clouds of
Decadence...
Forgetting the carnal side
But preparing the spiritual rise of my soul
Through unknown and unlighted ways
Let Wisdom be my guide
Let Wisdom be my guide
But I have to be aware of the dangers
Of the wrath of Mother Nature
For she doesn't like what is perfect
And destroys all that comes closer to that state
But I have to be aware of the dangers
Of the wrath of Mother Nature
For her sons like herself
Are to be shattered if they reach such a state
So I have to deceive
The almighty Mother
For the state beyond God
Is the one for which I reach out
I have to grow silently
So as not to catch her eye
For the age of the humans' Rebirth
Has not come yet
But iron is not my kingdom
I need to escape it
Against all Laws
Enforced by the tyrannical Mother
Let Wisdom be my guide
The Truth is awaiting somewhere..
3. Moi Mort..
La parole n'est plus maîtresse que du rien
Anéanti je renie mon destin
Plus de sens au très saint verbe
Qui de sa sonorité m'exacerbe
Les vagissements du Néant résonnent
Dans mon esprit impalpable
Terrorisé je brûle sur le sable
Du dessert qui a mon image se façonne
Sous les coups j'ai péri
Soit !
Le monde dans lequel j'ai faibli
Est à présent à ma merci
Destruction de la chair par le retour de la non-chair
Mange mon fruit
Je suis Dieu et te bénis
Malgré tes larmes obscènes
Tu périras sous ma haine
4. Of Wind And Weeping
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