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THE VISION BLEAK LYRICS
"Carpathia - A Dramatic Poem" (2005)
1. The Drama Of The Wicked
2. Secrecies In Darkness
3. Carpathia
4. Dreams In The Witchhouse
5. Sister Najade (The Tarn By The Firs)
6. The Curse Of Arabia
7. Kutulu!
8. The Charm Is Done
1. The Drama Of The Wicked
2. Secrecies In Darkness
Titan wood and haunted hill,
vales in which the wolf doth kill.
Wisps that in the morass glow,
mounts with diadems of snow.
Fog that swirls o'er moor and heath,
the tawny owl sings from the trees.
From the ponds the old toad calls,
this is where our drapery falls ...
... eight hooves that pound the midnight groove ...
Over stock and stone a carriage that winds
upward the mountain pass, deep into the wild.
Crushing stone and shatt'ring bough under wooden wheel
and moonlight breaks in spruce and fir and paints the night unreal.
Titan wood and haunted hill,
vales in which the wolf doth kill.
Wisps that in the morass glow,
mounts with diadems of snow.
Secrecies lurk in darkness!
A spell was cast upon this night.
With ruthless hand and turbid eyes the coachman drives his brute
that snarls and sniffs but rushes on to escape that spook.
Six hours as the raven flies - still - to acquainted land,
six hours till the sun will rise and morning shall ascend.
"Sleep my dear, don't bother thee with the idle talk
of curse and evil blood that runeth in thy veins ..."
In the cabin lies asleep unblessed by fevered dreams
a traveller on his way home towards the sun's first beams ...
Fog that swirls o'er moor and heath,
the tawny owl sings from the trees.
From the ponds the old toad calls,
when the darkened drapery falls ...
Secrecies lurk in darkness!
A spell was cast upon this night. (2x)
3. Carpathia
From the deepest valleys to the highest mountain peaks
the sun caress with care.
Carpathia! All hail to thee!
Thy beauty is beyond compare ...
When the soft white shrouds of morning dew
lay down on meadows green,
thy praise is due, but keep thy poetry
for the night you haven't seen.
For when the sun doth set in Carpathia ...
... and the worm that gnaws the grave
crawls hence forth from gulf and cave.
And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia ...
... then the creature leaves the lair
and the ghost is on the stair.
For there is no such beauty in the morning light
nor in the later hours of day
as when darkness fell in the deep pinewoods
and the wolves go hunt their prey!
Ah, you should hear the sweet sullen song
of the night birds call to the moon
and the glorious howling sound of the wind
in all wastes and plains marooned.
For when the sun doth set in Carpathia ...
... and the worm that gnaws the grave
crawls hence forth from gulf and cave.
And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia ...
... then the creature leaves the lair
and the ghost is on the stair. (2x)
4. Dreams In The Witchhouse
So these are the walls
wherein hides my doom?
And night, when it falls
brings ghoul-ridden gloom?
Rest shall I find in here
till death doth his deed.
Away with these tales of aghast
(that) bereaveth my sleep!
Now wine and dim light
bring slumber to me!
A new morning shall prove them all wrong,
them olde creeps and their dull fairytale fantasy!
The haunt is on ...
"And to thee all night appears
sans the quiet of her spheres ..."
No longer can I bare
the pesterings of light,
safe the sacred fires
that moon and stars ignite.
Good is evil, wrong is right
and thy horrors my delight!
The haunt is on ...
No rest will I find
as long as a dream
within my wretched mind
brings darkness to sheen.
For sorrow and woe
seem my destiny,
no thought of dispersion, nor gleams of the hope
of the hopeless have found into me!
"And to thee all night appears
sans the quiet of her spheres ..."
No longer can I bare
the pesterings of light,
safe the sacred fires
that moon and stars ignite.
Good is evil, wrong is right
and thy horrors my delight! (2x)
5. Sister Najade (The Tarn By The Firs)
Truth - thy ways - what shall they bring to me?
What is soothing dream? What grim reality?
These days I strive - I hunt! - for clarity,
but yet I found an abyss of agony!
(Appeareth the nymph:)
Deep down in these waters I waited for eternity.
Call me thy sister - thy sister Najade!
Glaring light of truth - what didst thou send to me?
That soothing dream gave way to grim reality!
No longer shall I hunt for clarity,
now that I found her here in brightest blasphemy!
Deep down in these waters she waited for eternity.
I call her sister - sister Najade! (2x)
6. The Curse Of Arabia
One thousand and one year ago
in darkest age of yore,
man prayed to the ancient gods
and lived by secret lore.
One ancestor of thine
whose blood runs in thy vein
who travelled all the seas
was said to be insane.
So in one fateful night
when clouds did hang the moon,
he crossed the river Nile
and settled our doom.
In the strange realms of Arabia
he fell to gem and gold
and in his greed he cursed ye all
by a spell of old.
Temples were made,
built by thousand hands
and evil did create
gold from the desert sands.
Gem on gold - stone on bone
… and all did pray to great KUTULU!
One thousand and one year ago
in darkest age of yore,
man prayed to the ancient gods
and lived by secret lore.
Grand evil was invoked
just one word can describe,
KUTULU was the bane
that rode the winds of night.
Great riches he did bring
to those that served his deed,
but death and doom was cast
on folk not of his seed.
All women have been stained,
filled with his black cum,
his malice runs in thee,
be cursed KUTULU's son!
Temples were made,
built by thousand hands
and evil did create
gold from the desert sands.
Gem on gold - stone on bone
… and all did pray to great KUTULU! (2x)
7. Kutulu!
A moonless sky, midnight was nigh,
no sound did break the still.
A strange mystique was felt in all,
a spirit that seemed wrong and ill.
Suddenly the cold winds blew
and coyotes howled afar.
A mighty thunder shattered earth -
the growl of grand NGAA.
Whisp'ring voices could be heard,
utt'ring a foul spell.
Man circled round a secret stone
and summoned greatest hell!
Cold blades did light in darkness
and the high priestess
started the unholy rite ...
IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!
IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!
Blood was shed unto the stone
that raised into the air.
And from below snakes did appear,
but God knows what was truly there.
Cold blades did light in darkness
and all the desert
seemed to join the blasphemy ...
IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!
IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!
8. The Charm Is Done
Now here I stand - shadow engulfed,
truth at hand, yet unresolved
the mystery that holds me tight
to lore and craft of shade and night.
In dreary hours, dreams did unfold
and prophecies that have been told
appeared to me as plain unreal,
but destiny hath broke the seal.
The charm is done - the seal is broken!
In every part of mine chaos hath been woken.
The spell fulfilled - darkness has won.
No thing could ever bring me back - the charm is done!
Now here I stand - shadow engulfed,
truth at hand, yet unresolved
the mystery that holds me tight
to lore and craft of shade and night.
The charm is done - the seal is broken!
In every part of mine chaos hath been woken.
The spell fulfilled - darkness has won.
No thing could ever bring me back - the charm is done!
I shall dwell in the abyss in glory and in wonder,
in spheres in which my blackened heart forever mayest ponder ...
... in darkness.
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