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NIGHTFALL LYRICS
"Athenian Echoes" (1995)
1. Aye Azure
2. Armada
3. Ishtar (Celebrate Your Beauty)
4. The Vineyard
5. I´m A Daemond
6. Iris (And The Burning Aureole)
7. My Red, Red Moon (Emma O)
8. Monuments Of It´s Own Magnificence
1. Aye Azure
Fly in azure skies, never feel the touch of moral lands
tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the shiny sand.
Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs
Shanghaing, the dancing queen from the seraglio of your dreams
I reveal the sham eye, the sun of the liers, and offer you
a sculptured throne within the azure beams.
My flaming tiara, the sun of the night,
dignifies the race of the strong, the race that has the sky for sea.
Devour with devotion what hinders my sigh
ruthlessness worthy to all those whose breastbone is being creviced.
As a sailor I sail, longing for the key,
the key to the master gate, made of azalea's thorns,
and from port to port, overcoming the bazaars across the sea,
I realized that, what the wings are for the sky, the horns are for the earth.
I say the truth, the one I've found behind the moon
I harn it to you my sinuous courtesan...
Unseen flowers fill my lungs
with aroma from the place where I was once born,
memories of my moral life, dance,
fulfil my blossom tunic with numerous desires.
Dearl presents should never be abandoned.
Thus, vigilant, I will stay here forever.
The panoramic view may not become a sensual mistress.
Ashes, bloody passions were my past, now I fly in ethereal spheres.
Azure aye...
2. Armada
Led by my own will, I ruled !
Traces on a muddy path, I ruled !
The soul of a tree I got
paroxysm, megalomania, all ended so sadly.
The ictus of the last shovelful on my coffin's
wooden breastbone
...won't be my death
as a man ; as a soul ; as a king never begged
mine is the beauty of the earth
mine shall be the end...
...and I'm gone
kiss my icy lips at last,
idem still am I
burn these icing flowers for the past that has
gone
still, it has been cried far from the heyday my
star
3. Ishtar (Celebrate Your Beauty)
And I've reposed all my worries
onto thy perfect land of feelings
this chamber made by treasures, bygone
pillaged beauties, just deficient glamour
Con the words, the ones sculptured on me
on my tongue's dry carpet, on my bloody actions
I cut it fine to run away from temptation
for I spelled my promises and you spelled your
curses
In the flush of victory you fly
but, beware, foible just means nothing to me
even the flowery poems we somehow hear
perfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see
4. The Vineyard
In thee place where all spirits rest
I leave my soul to touch the fate of fire
So proud, so strong, but yet, desperate as it fades
while thoughts and pictures remind me of you...
...you, sweet as any dandle drop of blood
liquid fire, mother of thee carnal desires
emblem of my manor and all those...
all those who dance, attendance on my equestrian golden effigy.
I'm supping the juices of eternal life
going astray by the marvelous muscatel grape
and I think no end of this enormous river, yet soft caressing like,
as my throat is being victimized by fluid earthly seeds
I've become enamoured of fire's beauty
alike deep white cygnets of lakewaters blue green sky
Someday I'll be one who'll elope with her, the enchantress
however, no sooner said than done, and... it lasts
...until the ends of the world.
5. I´m A Daemond
This eerie abode over there
between the firs silent breethes
is my palace, where I rest and lust,
the emerald of the forest, an epoch making castle
This embossed signs on my sinuous arms
shall be the encomium of my victorious acts
balk as they stood at my ablaze hordes
I turned their ground into a mosaic of bloody thorns
I hold the sunbeams like the sky does the moral's world
like mother Earth the penis of father Ouranos
I shout to my creators, "I'm the lord"
and my voice becomes one with the astral vault
In this brimstone dale
where adders etch the skinland deep, yet sweet
I'll crow over my success once more, aye, aye
high in the crescent moon's flourished kingdom never cave in
Those I quoth, those I have done
6. Iris (And The Burning Aureole)
Oh, how much I love your eyes
I'm waving like moonbeams on a nightside
sea
whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so
amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide
behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the
absorbent sandcastles.
Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me.
The knight in golden armour turns into
millions of vacant sinus ; inner sickles
trying to find a way out of the flesh, the
planted one with memorable experiences,
tassels in white faces...
Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though,
absolute darkness reminds me of the age of
ignorance. But, now as I recall all those
I've seen so far through this burning blood
red veil "oh, it makes me soften,
I realize how terrific it'd be to sojourn two
thousand years with you ; your inept
dreams...my cerebral mansion".
I'm a creature of terra firma ; as an urn I
hold and kiss the ashes of my dying race ; as
I grow up, Iris grows too, but, how can I
speak to the dry ground about the wet saliva
of my eyes ?
Wisdom's cavern stands far from oceans,
that's for sure my dear.
Here I feel the crucial crux of all our
dilemas, all those things won't ever
touch our flesh, let them go, let them fade
behind, let them stare at the Iris' narcotic
sight while the flaming aureole will offers
us pleasure ; the pleasure an infant gets
along with its mother's white, fluid bribe.
7. My Red, Red Moon (Emma O)
Love is the realm of moon
Love is the gate to my ivory dreams
Love is the deep red wine I'm drawn into
Love is my eyes, diving in the lakes of thoy face
Love is the poison I'm dying to taste
Love is the highspirited thorn that keeps beauty pure
Love might be the reason you were born
Love is pain, and O' damn...
...I'm dying to see you suffer
8. Monuments Of It´s Own Magnificence
Those dying lips, approval of this miserable world
those fleshy highfalutin' lines that sing for me
and the untouchable ones.
Send me in the globetrotter skies, don't hinder me
there shall I build my own dreams again.
Above clouded tombs and mourning ladies,
above your poor world of dispare Ascent...
The hemlock turns to hemp
and my heartburn into hellish headwind
yet, through my highness I try to hex
thou, thou world, thou dreams, thou nest,
thou clef before the keyhole to eternity...
...cloudburst our tears are as our mother's mitre dries under the
indomitable sun.
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