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NETHERBIRD LYRICS
"Blood Orchid" (2007 EP)
1. Blood Orchid
2. Ashen Nectar
3. Love under Will (O.R.E. cover)
1. Blood Orchid
Black cityscape
Towering…
Stone fangs tearing at the sky
Putrid tears fall
Black horrorscape
Ghosts line these avenues
These streets are trenches
Ugly are these scars
…and filled with rats they are
Filled with rats they are!
There are choirs, a ghost vesper for hope
Like whispers beyond the roaring machinery
So few the flowers in these gardens of rust
Nested they rest ‘neath the carpet of dust
I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings
They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything
While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege
Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach
There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined
There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined
I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life
A search for the blood orchid in the rusted gardens of mankind
Autumn clutched in the earthen arms of summer’s growth
Beneath the canopy of warmth
Where stars beacons the weary and small
Yet every garden bear the witness of coming fall
Few are the flowers in the gardens of man
In these sparkling gutters of neon Babylon
Ghost dance amongst the fortunate whores
Scared and maimed the pale stumble on…
Blood Orchid
There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined
Blood Orchid
There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined
Blood Orchid
I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life
Blood Orchid
A search for you in these rusted gardens of mankind
I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings
They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything
While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege
Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach
There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined
There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined
I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life
A search for the Blood Orchid in the rusted gardens of mankind
Blood Orchid
Blood Orchid
2. Ashen Nectar
All aboard, this ship bound for wreckage
Sail ho, fuckers!
Who could foresee that this state of
mind was forever?
That we would never wake up from
our nightmares?
That the black poison dripped onto
our skin would burn us
That the clean streams of time wouldn’t
be able to wash it away…
Once these robes were worn as masquerade
costumes
The smooth velvet reviled hooks and
razor claws
That would not come of, cutting into
the skin
The harder we pulled the deeper its
barbs dug in…
Until death do us part my fair ones
We the kings and queens of the
depraved undone
In the filthy streets, our splendid
court, this neon Babylon
We are the stars that refuse to shine
No ships will navigate by our signs
We are the tones that distort the chord
In a world of perfection we are the flawed
We are the birds with broken wings
The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything
We believe in no gods left high above
And there will be no angels where we go
We are the Ashen Nectar
We are the tainted well
We are the Ashen Nectar
Side by side, we watch the world go by
We are the Ashen Nectar
The last poets of a dying breed
We are Ashen Nectar
Our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed
All words were first spoken then stolen
Onto paper splattered
By the weakened hand in the dark room
Visions and a life lay scattered
We are suns bent for darkness
The stars that refuse to shine
Artists of a different kind
The ones that leave nothing behind
There is no clean white bed, for this dying bride
Farewell…
We left our last pieces to be lost
In forgotten dusty attics
Where our blood has dried
We were the ashen nectar fanatics
There will nothing left when we leave
Our shadowy art will remain unseen
As we step through the haze
Silhouettes exiting this dream
We are the stars that refuse to shine
No ships will navigate by our signs
We are the tones that distort the chord
In a world of perfection we are the flawed
We are the birds with broken wings
The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything
We believe in no gods left high above
And there will be no angels where we go
We are the Ashen Nectar
We are the tainted well
We are the Ashen Nectar
Side by side, we watch the world go by
We are the Ashen Nectar
The last poets of a dying breed
We are Ashen Nectar
Our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed
3. Love under Will (O.R.E. cover)
"Conquest, love and self perserverance - the gospel of apitude"
Music and Lyrics by Tomas Pettersson / Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio
Salvage is close at hand Whispers an idle man,
patiently waiting salvation to come
Aptitude yet unsung gushing of devildom,
factual salvage but likely for some
Blessing is found in he, freedom and clemency,
retches a man in his quest for relief
We are the gods who reap virtues of barren needs,
only the apt are predestined to be
'Christ was of subterfuge; evil disguised for good,
human indulgence must be realized
God was a wicked man forged out of reprimand,
founded to hinder abundance to rise
Kingdoms will rise and fall change is the source of all
ruin ensues in the course of renewal
Tears they will fall for me purging the chastity,
Aptitude rising by reason of zeal'
Conquest before the fall; Thou can not love them all,
love under will is the whole of the law
Tales of the humankind carved in the heart of time,
failure to learn will resolve in decline
Abstinence is in vain pleasure without restraint,
aptitude gained in convergence with will
God of eternal life save us from all these lies,
rages a man in constraint of denial
'Christ was of subterfuge; evil disguised for good,
human indulgence must be realized
God was a wicked man forged out of reprimand,
founded to hinder abundance to rise
Kingdoms will rise and fall change is the source of all
ruin ensues in the course of renewal
Tears they will fall for me purging the chastity,
Love under Will
Love under Will
Love under Will
Love under Will
Love under Will
Love under Will
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