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SOURCE OF TIDE LYRICS
"Ruins of Beauty" (2000)
1. Raven Goddess
2. Symphony of the Sovereign
3. The Awakening (An ode to the art of destruction Part 1)
4. Chains of Mythic Fantasy
5. Autumn Leaf
6. Final Battle (An Ode to the art of destruction Part 2
7. Ye' Memories of Sad Rebirth
8. Who Am I?
1. Raven Goddess
Come on!
Sacramental torment of my spirit
tears me apart in my dreams.
Frozen hymns of ancient years.
Disharmony in your veins.
Dreams of reality make me scream.
Through darkness of the eternal beings,
fills me up with majesty.
fills me up with majesty of wrath
Swords of magic whisper in the night.
Mighty sorceress of torment arrives.
The maiden of evil brutality,
The temptation of her flesh,
directs me
directs me into the mighty raven madness
Death comes to me in disguise.
Ahzrael of other realms sings in love.
He whispers my ears full of sorrow.
And the lust of her flesh gives me
Agony
Agony
Sails away - into cosmic space.
Sails away - where man is not.
Sails away - The eternal grief.
Raven Goddess is surrounding me.
I do not see Death, nor the mighty Raven Goddess
on their journey to make me eternal soul.
My words, nor my writing is left behind
(As the mighty raven covers me)
Sails away - into cosmic space.
Sails away - where man is not.
Sails away - The eternal grief.
Raven goddess is surrounding me.
Sails away - into cosmic space.
Raven goddess is surrounding me.
Raven goddess is surrounding me.
2. Symphony of the Sovereign
Dark is the truth about mankind
Eradicated by it’s mind
Weak and enthralled
Was proclaimed king by the lodestar
The sovereign of Gods’ squalid kingdom
Ephemeral it will be
Darkness fills the earth,
And the second nemesis wilt end with war.
Crown of beauty is lost to
The shadows deep within.
I died with you.
All gone as one,
The last euthanasia.
Your veins burst for the last time.
Left are the thoughts of
The philosophical warrior
Lineage of mankind has disappeared.
Quiet is nature’s song.
Lithe harmony.
Beautiful entr`acte fills the dead angels.
Nature will choose her next escapade,
May she choose well.
A new servant, one who stays loyal
To the Queen.
3. The Awakening (An ode to the art of destruction Part 1)
Sources of truth are pointing towards sources of light.
The eternity is running ashore with an irrevocable birth.
Darkness is the eternal perfection,
but the light gives you a rope of belief..
Full-moon rising towards massive dark,
nor the darkness itself
shows us dark as light itself.
As the shores of the northern sea crush the creation of men,
just as the northern light surrounds your spirit of black.
(it is yet to be discovered the creations of life it-self.)
Full-moon rising towards massive dark, nor the darkness itself
shows us dark as light itself shows the wholeness of darkness.
The true manifestation of darkness,
shows itself by source of tide.
4. Chains of Mythic Fantasy
The past of creation and sub-reality
howls from ancient myths & beliefs.
Time shows us the reality of Comedy & Tragedy.
Drama acts into the mighty kingdoms.
Fantasy makes no reality to you,
nor fiction or law...
The creatures of Drama
make you feel locked into
this chains of mythic fantasy
Here was the Knights & Dragons created by
the sub-division through thoughts of mankind.
Beautiful maidens & High Elves
do my history written in time.
Epic wonders of the other dimensions of your mind,
Your altar-ego melts into visions of the holly forests.
Fantasy makes no reality to you,
nor fiction or law...
The creatures of Drama
make you feel locked into
this chains of mythic fantasy
Soon arriving the magic lands of Goblins & Elves.
Nor the past, present or future to change this truth
5. Autumn Leaf
Winds from the north conceal me,
As I walk in the misty forests.
My thoughts for winter arrive
For soon to be.
Autumn leaves me empty, why?
Autumn leaf falls from upon high.
Dark shadows float around in circling mess.
My thoughts of dying summer, to soon become.
Lord of snow awakes after countless days.
Preparing his new arrival in bizarre ways.
Light of day fades quicker,
Just making the mighty darkness bigger.
Autumn leaves me crying.
Autumn leaf commenced dying.
Nor my conviction of winter or night
Frightens me into abnormal light.
6. Final Battle (An Ode to the art of destruction Part 2
[Thus they speak:]
Bright twilight twinkled like silver,
The world seemed to be filled with warmth.
It was no place for us
As we were dissolved in sorrow.
(Light is darkness itself.)
Full-moon rising towards massive dark,
Nor the darkness itself
Shows us dark as the light itself.
[Sorrow and agony:]
We used to ride the night butterflies
When we were submerged in the smoke of your powers.
Their souls seem to twinkle in silver light.
The skies gave us mist and flowers..
(Light is darkness itself.)
In this sticky swampiness of your hands,
We dressed our souls in colours of the
Flowers and lights.
And while our songs cried
Against the human race,
Our tired voices in the
Flash of lights did blaze.
So a bird built a nest in our skies,
And your smoke became our roof..
As we know our mother, you destroyed her,
Only to remain the ruins of her beauty.
So we prepared for the final battle
When nature itself turned against man.
In those words of self determination;
We sing an ode to the art of self destruction.
Full-moon rising towards massive dark,
Nor the darkness itself
Shows us dark as the light itself.
[War:]
And the hills were burned to make our bodies old,
So again and again the moon grows cold.
We lived so little and yet too much,
But still the evenings are as beauty as dawn of birth.
(Light is darkness itself.)
Full-moon rising towards massive dark,
Nor the darkness itself
Shows us dark as the light itself
Shows the wholeness of darkness.
The true manifestation of black-end,
Shows itself by the source of tide.
7. Ye' Memories of Sad Rebirth
As the time stood still, my ancient self was reflecting
The eternal centuries of me.
While the requiems of my eternal
Me were spoken, then the dusky rain drained out their
Tears.
For yet a while, my dreams were not.
And the silent streams to the one and only
Truth died. Then she was finally laid to sleep.
As pain arose, pain was sacred.
The manifesto was now fulfilled as the truth.
When the time spoke again, her awakening was eternal.
So it was still perforating the cavity of my ether.
As the awakening of reflections concealed me
I cried to ye' memories of sad rebirth.
8. Who Am I?
-The ether is the seduction;
"I envy your fate"
-The opportunity of reflection,
"Isn't for me to see"
-The philosophy is not for rejection,
"It appears too late"
-Trust is the last protection,
"Am I not to be?"
"Who am I to judge your dreams of eternity?"
"Who am I to judge your dreams of sanctification?"
Estimate your hegemony opposing to mine will
Give me the advantage of your limiting doom.
"Who am I to judge your belief of eternity?"
"Who am I to judge your belief of sanctification?"
As I soon will walk in the "valley of the dead",
When the spirit yearns without any hope,
Then my lack of fate envy your gods.
It is too late for me as I now am deceased.
There is no cause for regrets.
But I wish there will be a path after.
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