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MYSTERIOUS ECLIPSE LYRICS

...And The Long Night Fell, No Morning Followed

"...And The Long Night Fell, No Morning Followed" (2005)

1. Demon's Dance
2. Light Of Eternity
3. Apparition Of Eternity
4. Love Ceremony
5. Gate Of The Other World
6. Search
7. Never Forget
8. King Of An Eternal Souls Unrest
9. Sons Of Shadows
10. Belief In Yourself
11. Eden Of Suffering
12. Roots Of Life
13. The Old Man







1. Demon's Dance




2. Light Of Eternity

I donít tie my hands together, I donít beg for help
my eyes donít cry, theyíve hardened
during dark nights without sleep.
With no compassion they shine with a flame of desire
my heart hasnít perished, just bloody remorse
has been hidden in
not talking about suffering of those expelled from the Eden
Iím only looking for a lost flair.

Falling down like an ill child on the breast of its mother,
accompanied with an eternal shout of hills
Iím coming home through the whispers of trees,
where the life galloped like blood from a cut wound.

Wild winds of dark forest, here Iím awaiting you
then send me clouds of gray to let all around resound
by a song of death.
Iím going astray and at night Iím shining with a thought of you,
the light of eternity.
The light of dreaming souls living in loneliness thanks to
ancient forgotten shackles,
that were born from tears of lifeís suffering,
absorbed by the moonís beauty.

A wild wind takes the veil of snow, wading across dreams.
Where, the silent is the most pleasant music.
Interrupted, by casual hits of falling clods on a coffin.

I donít tie my hands together, I donít beg for help
my eyes donít cry, theyíve hardened
during dark nights without sleep.
With no compassion they shine with a flame of desire
my heart hasnít perished, just bloody remorse
has been hidden in
not talking about suffering of those expelled from the Eden
Iím only looking for a lost flair,
a lost flair!




3. Apparition Of Eternity

The fate entangled into my footsteps,
like roots of old-aged trees under the feet of a pilgrim.
Then a quiet death gave me its hand,
in silence, I see the last leaves to fall down on my body
lying down, on a soft carpet of grass.

Look, moonís coming out for those who were forgotten
For those who remember the beauty
and disappearing of all around.
The beauty and disappearing of human life
that is coming and lost
as a mist above a dark forest.

A dew falls down quietly on my face to moisturize it,
like a motherís tears on a face of her son,
who leaves to eternity sooner than the others around.

Sunrise, the last that I see
henceforth, I remain fascinated by the beauty of the night,
which all, brings me everything that I have ever desired for.
My body goes dead but my soul will rise,
from the ashes like a phoenix.




4. Love Ceremony

Memories about ecstasy
of two bodies merging
penetrate through my inside
strengthen each memory of you
bring a stream of suffering
cold as an ice of dark North.

Yesterdayís beauty is outdone by a sorrow
that arrives from an endless abysses
tears trickling down the cheers make furrows,
deep and burning like fires of eternity.

Disuniting of mind by each of the memories of you
causes outbreaks of love and hate
restlessness punches my inside with stakes of millenniums
cry is flying through the air
that expires in an infinite circulation of life.

Yesterdayís beauty is outdone by a sorrow
that arrives from endless abysses
moonlight sadly trickles down dead crowns of trees
down to the dark river of fate,
carrying away the memories of love ceremony.




5. Gate Of The Other World

When the soul is unable, to put a hope to you
the heart is hidden deep, to prevent suffering
dark shadows will sag on the walls
painful memories are pushed into the chest.

The hands get cold and death transforms the body into a sculpture
a face with no shadows, gives a calm smile on lips
marble plates under cold legs of sepulchral statue talk about life
then the confused heart flies at the end of the world
to make tears, to come for help.

I donít think about dead people, itís only willows
humming through the silence
leaves on a stone path, sing a funeral melody
they pave a humble road of life to the door of death
cursing words penetrate a hungry soul.

What will go on?
Time will be over and the quiet of a tomb, will caress
my face unexpectedly
black birds will fly over the gloomy coastless sea
carrying the time of dying on their wings.




6. Search

Beautiful ideas go along with painful ones
knowing the meaning of their existence
they wander in hope of filling up that emptiness,
that afflicting space is still here
independently your determination and the will.

Thoughts persistently look for a key
to the lock, to the gate of captivity
holding and increasing substance
and the meaning of existence inside
getting lost in lands of dark and light
they pass milestones of time.

Belief in good end
belief in redeeming
from pain of this search
belief in splendid time and happy future.




7. Never Forget

Having gone of life, youíre engraving deep in mind
sung and celebrated, in following years of suffering
that will come in silence,
like mysterious moments when a new life is born.

This parting lasts infinitely long
exhausting me and every point
of my mortal being.

The mind splits for thousands of tiny pieces
in coming of people ruled by hypocrisy
Ďcause just theyíre the omen of apocalypse
waited by generation of those unworthy of life.

Revival of unclear thoughts
on humiliation of humanity
it makes the evil live
in the era of progress to the past
commotion of suffering.

Having gone of life, youíre engraving deep in mind
sung and celebrated, in following years of suffering
that will come in silence,
like mysterious moments when a new life is born.




8. King Of An Eternal Souls Unrest

Iím all alone, in my own essence
Iím a flame of a sacrificing candle,
burning down the stars of night,
illuminating the primeval tombs.
Iím a king of last days,
a missing angel with an empty face,
dark lord of those who have fallen.
Iím an endless day of vain dreaming,
about understanding and love
I embody thousands of names in one dark essence,
Iím resigned to all the evil that is around,
making alive the darkest dreams of centuries,
I fill my soul with blissful knowing of hate
toward everything, occurring on the light of day.




9. Sons Of Shadows

Dark wings of night sit around in silence
like, an invisible curtain of depression.
Black thoughts make the evil live
devilís soul accepts thoughts of the dark lord.

Here rise the sons of shadows
their strides, bring a smile of death
they fall into an abyss can only save you
where just, the eternity of time is in.

Rustle of wings cuts the darkness,
like a sharp knife cuts a throat of innocent.
Moonlight, in a quiet symphony of night
touches tombstones of ancient
and strengthens the atmosphere
of the last memories of life.

Forgotten moments
open new dimensions of knowledge
mysterious, wonderful
discredited by cursing.


Rustle of wings cuts the darkness,
like a sharp knife cuts a throat of innocent.
Moonlight, in a quiet symphony of night
touches tombstones of ancient
and strengthens the atmosphere
of the last memories of life.




10. Belief In Yourself

Youíve got to believe in you, your abilities, right choice
youíve got to believe in you, in troubles or joys
youíve got to believe in you, thatís a base of each success
youíve got to believe in you, with no wait for solace.

Your belief in God is great
all the days you pray for him
in hope of hearingí you one day
thatís why you go to church.

But all your efforts are needless
crying is no helping hand
you believe in something unreal
the whole of your life, you will wait.

If God Almighty had been in heaven
people would live successfully forever
no wars could be on Earth
neither injustice, hunger, no murders.

So donít wait for any of his help
when bad times come to you
keep your voice down, never call for him
and rely just on yourself.

Youíve got to believe in you, your abilities, right choice
youíve got to believe in you, in troubles or joys
youíve got to believe in you, thatís a base of each success
youíve got to believe in you, with no wait for solace.




11. Eden Of Suffering

Shadows of the coming night spread their wings,
black waterís burning, the moonís exploding
the night covered me up with their secret coat.
Surrounded by a bloody veil
I roam between reality and vision.

The heartís cold and lost like a wandering boulder
in the middle of everlasting plains.
The night paradise full of disfigured corpses
bored into the gloom brings satisfaction,
to a sovereign of terror.

In a maze of gloominess I find a book
where my name is written in
death is my destiny.

The sky blacked out with clouds of millenniums,
brings messages of the ancient times.
An arrival of a ransom death will shorten my grief
from a heavy feeling of unknown kingdom of death,
full of sorrow I walk into a pit of oblivion
Ďcause it is a substantial final slaughter.

In a maze of gloominess I find a book
where my name is written in
death is my destiny
death is my destiny.




12. Roots Of Life

The age of life humility pictured
with faces in floods of pain
impermeable shadows are stabbed with a sword of horror
cold and impure in the hands of mad people.

Enfolded with a dusk in a maze where no-one counts the time
lost in a silent world of shadows
where features of forgotten centuries in a fog
make the everlasting pain alive in an hour before dawn.

Deep under the dark water
faces washed up by oblivion have a rest for centuries
very close to sleep and death
turned into dust and ash
in a long sleep of balm death.

The way through smoke and ash
a meaningless way of life in a madness
which goes slowly in an incomprehensible rhythm of killing
black shadows of deep dreams are silent in a mortal cold
theyíre laughing at hope, in its endless ascent for love.




13. The Old Man

My heart is a prisoner
of the neverending nets of sorrow.
By each of my footsteps
the flowers desiring death
make a eulogies about my legs.

The evening of life is coming,
the hair is getting grey in lonely thoughts
I hear message of the Underworld.

Sitting at the life side
I am thinking about the past, the Underworld.
Shaky touch of old hands
is breaking hoops of life
trying to loosen from the shackles of the death.

What power it must be which created me
into this gigantic mystery
as the flower bud in the midnight forest.

The life is coming to its end
to pass away in shadows of tombstones.
The life must be called off
to have a drink of sorrow
and light in funeral flame.

I love this life,
I will also love the death.

 


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