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THOREOUS LYRICS
"Hypothermia II - 7th Floor" (2005 Demo)
1. Andromeda
2. The Alpha and the Omega
3. Actus Funeralis
4. The Seventh Floor
1. Andromeda
I've opened the veil of the goddess,
A red coloured flood from ivied depths of your pulses.
The bloodstains delineate your absences
into an untenanted portico.
The exposure to making you change
Has excited the maturation of my intellectual vanity.
I took your lives and petrified them, for memory,
And belief me, I made you be such wonderful ones.
I was unfolding the eve a dinner for eight,
And ecstasised musings
about the elysian company at table.
I covet your aureate hairs
and the way you catch my sough.
I have come a long way to fathom you,
And my will is impervious.
2. The Alpha and the Omega
Deep into the mirror I stare.
Occult black floors, the epitome of infernal hate,
The Pharynx of the nevermore watcher,
The exploration of the deterrent instance.
Joining your notions was intended
to steer up my euphoria,
The collector of nightmares and ensanguined thoughts.
In my dreams they appear;
disfigured features and pealed off abdomens,
The eyelids sewed to distorted foreheads,
Orbits of uncovered pupils
supposed to seek their grandeur in feculence,
While the armies of angels lay crying black tears.
From the cabin of a guideless train I look upon the world,
While the sun throws golden threads upon my basilica.
Down the alley she walks, with a last smile in her face,
The antic from the judgement execution
-The tremendous aisle; the last walk of mine.
With the congestion of the vein
I conjure the occurrence of augury.
Now I am given the needle;
the semen of martyrdom
Awaiting the last salute;
from the egress of light you have spoken.
3. Actus Funeralis
You have sent a pigeon upon the masonry,
Of the appalling carceral gate,
Wearing the marvelous dream;
The march of lustration to the measure of fall,
And the river of foretime turns into kingdom come
The wise the emitter moves is laming the venom.
The savour of death you offer,
it tastes so incontestable.
Sirius flaunts beyond the vault,
Along the tunnel slab I spread my wings,
Over the halcyon ocean of Hades,
Welcoming my stiffen eyes
ascending the saviour apparition.
The progeny of destiny's children has chosen
the ripples of tomorrow to come.
Out from the earth there have been reflecting the echoes,
The emission of infantile bawls,
Of children crying in privacy.
4. The Seventh Floor
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