Lyrics: [Α] [I] Why do we torture those we love What shackles bind the loves of our lives To the side of the burning glacier Snow field flay the innocent corpse away And born again dead with freezing dawn Swirling shape, demonic shade Vanished back into the void of lance-toothed god Frost dragon eye waking and watching Jealous with the jealousy of god Bluer and paler than sixty undead moons Shedding ingots lead cold and pointed [II] Frozen in timeless Forever the end Forever the steaming blood spilled Splash on unforgiving ice and chilled Into the dying shape of bleeding Break this beautiful thing like glass A scattering of snow from pines Before the Age of Waste [III] The Ideal profanes the Actual Kill it a thousand times and a thousand And a thousand times more and still it comes On crooked legs To torment the living With its loathsome auguries [IV] Goetic thing trace triangle in snow It knows... Curse of race is prophecy See there is no end to perfection Dungeon ice jail the Master in rime of endless winter [Β] [I] Love burned his body but stole his heart away Locked within an ebon box Fixed by countless broken locks Silence says what no one else could say Upon the beach and upon the windswept shore A gathering of sinners mourns Immortal words that dying scorns Off the coast of Madness Not far from the daemon hollow Genius [II] Life is short, though death is very long A drawn-out elegy to the saddest song That was ever sung by the mindless earth In silent tombs waiting and dreaming Of growing and becoming and seeming To swell with the bloated mask of Pride But then to fall beneath the weight of suicide [III] Love is forever but you are not Dusty amber on a dusty shelf And its dusty ancient captive gazing out The flower pressed between the pages Of an antique book to remind us of our rages Stoppered tears hoarded in a flask of crystal Holy water, an ocean's worth of memories Stoppered in a flask of black rock crystal [IV] Shut away are the ruins of our lives In anguish on a couch of knives and dreams Nothing remains but the memories of others And the words and lines in the murmuring of stream
This song is awesome. Probably my favourite of the new album!
what a masterpiece
PERFECTION!
Fascinating.
love is forever but we are not :/
Lyrics:
[Α]
[I]
Why do we torture those we love
What shackles bind the loves of our lives
To the side of the burning glacier
Snow field flay the innocent corpse away
And born again dead with freezing dawn
Swirling shape, demonic shade
Vanished back into the void of lance-toothed god
Frost dragon eye waking and watching
Jealous with the jealousy of god
Bluer and paler than sixty undead moons
Shedding ingots lead cold and pointed
[II]
Frozen in timeless
Forever the end
Forever the steaming blood spilled
Splash on unforgiving ice and chilled
Into the dying shape of bleeding
Break this beautiful thing like glass
A scattering of snow from pines
Before the Age of Waste
[III]
The Ideal profanes the Actual
Kill it a thousand times and a thousand
And a thousand times more and still it comes
On crooked legs
To torment the living
With its loathsome auguries
[IV]
Goetic thing trace triangle in snow
It knows...
Curse of race is prophecy
See there is no end to perfection
Dungeon ice jail the Master in rime of endless winter
[Β]
[I]
Love burned his body but stole his heart away
Locked within an ebon box
Fixed by countless broken locks
Silence says what no one else could say
Upon the beach and upon the windswept shore
A gathering of sinners mourns
Immortal words that dying scorns
Off the coast of Madness
Not far from the daemon hollow Genius
[II]
Life is short, though death is very long
A drawn-out elegy to the saddest song
That was ever sung by the mindless earth
In silent tombs waiting and dreaming
Of growing and becoming and seeming
To swell with the bloated mask of Pride
But then to fall beneath the weight of suicide
[III]
Love is forever but you are not
Dusty amber on a dusty shelf
And its dusty ancient captive gazing out
The flower pressed between the pages
Of an antique book to remind us of our rages
Stoppered tears hoarded in a flask of crystal
Holy water, an ocean's worth of memories
Stoppered in a flask of black rock crystal
[IV]
Shut away are the ruins of our lives
In anguish on a couch of knives and dreams
Nothing remains but the memories of others
And the words and lines in the murmuring of stream