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NOCTURNAL WINDS LYRICS
"Of Art and Suffering" (2001)
1. Chaotic Universe of Mind
2. Silent Wings
3. Erased
4. Winter in My Heart
5. Of Art and Suffering
6. The Seer and the Quietus
7. Choir of Shadows
1. Chaotic Universe of Mind
Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind
Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces
One light cast all the shadows
The picture remains incomplete
Wind has died but leaves still flutter
Chaotic universe of mind
Just an open coffin
Awaits at the wedding altar
Still the bride is beautiful
And relatives are taking pictures
And in the winter's freezing gloom
The garden has flourished to its bloom
Chaotic universe of mind
Is there ever a picture of my kind?
Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind
Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces
One light cast all the shadows
The picture remains incomplete
Wind has died but leaves still flutter
Chaotic universe of mind
If you can't make it complete
Would you try your best and lie to me?
2. Silent Wings
Is it always dark or am I just blind to light?
Is it always cold or has my circulation stalled?
My eyes are mere the eyes of a man
My soul is cursed, my kind I've damned
My chains are mere the chains of a mind
My world subconscious expulsion of light
I barely hear the silent wings
Sometimes even darkness dims
I never moved still I lost where I began
Swift horse went by with the world on its back
On sailed the longships captained by time
I kept my share of darkness, the mere darkness of man
I barely hear the silent wings
Sometimes even darkness dims
Is it always dark or am I just blind to light?
Is it always cold or has my circulation stalled?
My eyes are mere the eyes of a man
My soul is cursed, my kind I've damned
My chains are mere the chains of a mind
My world subconscious expulsion of light
I barely hear the silent wings
Sometimes even darkness dims
3. Erased
The existence set a gun to its temple
And waited for someone to pull the trigger
Tired shivering flame yearns away from the path
This is nowhere leading and from emptiness deriving
To my observant eyes no objects can be seen
Just forms and thoughts fading, all senses escaping
And they're not leaving, just disappearing
Logic twists into a dream, reasons become irrelevant
When the curtains are drawn
It will all be gone
In no place at all
In no time to recall
When the curtains are drawn
It will all be gone
In no place at all
In no time to recall
Where the sky is cruel and cold
Where shelter no one offers, where all flames stifle
I'll be watching as in one slow motioned moment
The history erases itself
4. Winter in My Heart
Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song
Its echoes fill my yearning soul
With bitter mourning
Cold and lonely
I'm on my knees again
What's new?
Welcome home
Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song
See the people walking slowly
Silent and afraid
The city is filled with hordes of faces
All the same empty eyes
Staring right through me
Into my heart, into my soul
But there's nothing to see
Nothing at all
Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift
But it's always winter in my heart
Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift
But it's always winter in my heart
Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift
But it's always winter in my heart
Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift
But it's always winter in my heart
Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song
Its echoes fill my yearning soul
5. Of Art and Suffering
I'm the painter of human sorrows
Creator of illusion you call life
In my studio of higher arts
I create masterpieces, one after one
Yet there's nothing quite like
The art of suffering
Masterly I play a symphony
With shadows and light
For light and darkness
Are just states of human mind
And when you drift to sleep
Your mind belongs to me
The art of dreaming becomes real
Nothing is what it seems
So surreal
This world I lay before your eyes
Another brush stroke
Another nail to the lid
You can try to scream
But no one hears
My canvas is black
And stained with tears
This world I lay before your eyes
Another brush stroke
Another nail to the lid
You can try to scream
But no one hears
My canvas is black
And stained with tears
For light and darkness
Are just states of human mind
And when you drift to sleep
Your mind belongs to me
The art of dreaming becomes real
Nothing is what it seems
So surreal
6. The Seer and the Quietus
She wears a willow under winter's funereal burden
Embosomed in cold and lightless chamber
Washes her face with her own tainted blood
Chalice of Ambrosian wine is empty like wish for life
Inwoven eyes flow scarlet nectar
As heaven screams enfolding divine murder
Art thou drunk from suffering of thine?
For thy tounge speaks the tounges of those forgotten to Hades
Thou bury a curse together with thy body
Slowly bleeding she watches moonlit fields from her window
Gaunt and pale draped in black vapour
Freezing heath stands dauntless at dying eve
She's running out the threads of life
Passing through the gates of ethereal mist
She's running out the threads of life
Passing through the gates of ethereal mist
7. Choir of Shadows
In the darkest light performs
The enchanting choir of shadows
Bleeding its madness into me
Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole
Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past
I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor
Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone
I heard it got torn apart
It settled by my table and leaned on Its scythe
Which It still carried along though
It had gone blunt and rusted through
I listed to the weary sound of Its breath
And together we watched the choir of shadows play
All the way to the very last encore
Until even the darkest light had gone
And in the end there were no applause
Only dust covered the empty hall
And a sole harmonized, hollow heart
In the darkest light performs
The enchanting choir of shadows
Bleeding its madness into me
Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole
Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past
I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor
Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone
I heard it got torn apart
Until even the darkest light had gone
And in the end there were no applause
Only dust covered the empty hall
And a sole harmonized, hollow heart
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