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NECARE LYRICS
"Rite of Shrouds" (2000 Demo)
1. The Mourner
2. Wall of Voices/ My Harrowed Heart Forsaken
3. Eleanor
4. Juliet (reprise)
5. The Fury
6. Rite of Shrouds
7. Dying Art
8. Even The Heavens Cried
9. Appassionata
1. The Mourner
Obscured in shadow and ash, beneath November's sunless skies...
There you stood... pale flesh trembling in the chill of autumn's last days...
Alive with grief, for sorrow never rests in the wake of death...
The windswept branches painted your face in a thousand dancing silhouettes...
So many regrets... summoned with a single tear...
So lovely, yet so alone... adrift in a sea of dying flowers...
Caress the cold marble, lost in solemn reverie...
Remembering the brighter days, forever out of reach...
The setting sun sheds little warmth upon your grieving heart...
Darkness falling, swift and silent... a cold and bitter rain...
Flee from all this misery, away from death's domain...
Life is yours, oh weary mourner; until your soul departs!
2. Wall of Voices/ My Harrowed Heart Forsaken
A deep and dreamless sleep unite...
This Fragile heart and sacrifice...
To cut the throat in praise of sin...
A bastard lie begets the end...
There is no life but that death allows...
There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms...
It takes us all both young and old...
A wall of voices seething cold...
Shapeless forms scurry amongst shadows entwined...
Bearers of anguish exist within this desolate heart...
Breathing within its walls, I hear them faintly moaning...
A choir of all faith departed... infernally droning...
The language of the dead, the ones whom the light has forsaken...
Abandoned in tenebrous dream, never to awaken...
A fleeting glimpse of hell, before I drown below...
In darkest waves of ebony, death is all I know...
3. Eleanor
Veiled in sunwept kisses; sullen, weak; you smiled...
"You must bid me gone, love" - frailty-wracked you cried...
Still upon your deathbed, your hand I held in mine...
Caressed with woe your flaxen hair; felt your last, aspirant sigh...
Goodbye...
No flights of angels bring you to your rest...
Travailed in sickness - in death enrapt and blessed...
Now nothing remains of your life, your time has passed...
Your anguish, your demise, your promise of rebirth...
Solemn incantation nor frenzied evocation...
Did halt not your soul's apostasy...
Lassitude upon me...
This lurid trial awaits me...
I live on in wanton futility...
And yet in my dreams now...
I arise and follow you...
The veil of eternity rends...
And you are whole again...
For there is no cancer...
Nor lamenting depth of grave...
That separates us anymore...
In death...
We are One...
4. Juliet (reprise)
5. The Fury
Midst waves of mute dejection...
Crawl upon malicious spines of dull fury...
Rage burning in silence sought by my own wretched heart...
Born from the ruinous passage of time...
The truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of abandoned faith...
You are the night...
Come forth in endless rapture...
You are the night...
To sheild thy fallen crest...
Entangled in the scented tresses of their desireable women...
Soft graceful eidolons of light -- if only they were more than fleeting ghosts...
Apparitions faded by time and dust...
Stirring in dark fields of rememberance where tristful scenes of long departed loves are endlessly portrayed...
One must seize each memory with careful hands kept hidden...
And like rare, exotic flowers beheld by none...
Clutch them tightly to thy disconsolate heart and remember each one...
For this pain shall soon pass...
The soulblight's slow destruction of what is most precious...
Of what we hold closest to our impassioned souls...
Like the vacant sigh of a thousand dying dreams...
You are the night...
A tapestry of light...
A nihility of shifting emotions...
Coalesce into patterned, empty tears...
You depart (from me) and I feel nothing.
6. Rite of Shrouds
7. Dying Art
8. Even The Heavens Cried
As the razor strokes the flesh upon my wrist -- the blood of a "martyr" trickles down...
Painting scarlet patterns on sanguine fingertips...
This is thy blessing which rests upon thy lips...
Lucerna pedibus meis...
In aeternam...
Nunquam recordare inveritas...
The suffocating silence of the end...
Forever...
Tristesses...
My days pass away like a shadow...
As my lifeblood pools and seeps beneath the lychgate...
So does your love fill my coffin...
And lust unminding slowly drives each nail...
So cease thy curses across my breathless lips...
Lucerna pedibus meis...
Lacrimosa... nunquam recordare inveritas...
The suffocating silence of the end...
Forever weeping...
Even the heavens cry...
As I descend.
9. Appassionata
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