Tales of Dark - Via Descendens скачать mp3

When sullen storms kiss the cloven horizon And sunset greets the delirium of stars From the nightborn maelstrom of whispered secrets Let stream this dirge, that the four winds hiss. Embalm the delights that grievously squirm Confined in soulless tidal throes Rebellion-buried within vaults internal The entrance to the sway of worms dost unfold. Appeased and withered, passions bleed deep No longer to tarnish soporific constellations Wrinkled is the skin What even grief hath forsaken With memories shattered Like fragile monuments. Crown their closure At the throne of untold sorrow As the curtain finnaly falls In the theatre of perfect deception. Like a bleak romance of dying seraphs So cold are these remnants forlorn (sculptured by oblivion and the stench of decay). Whilst black mists enfold the frozen panorama Adorned with the sapphirean tears of denial Let stream the dirge that the four winds hiss Aeons of anguish would hurt less than this. For time is such a poisonous remedy Transfigured promise that reveals the vista Towards the garden of ivory stones Where my image is etched Like a xylograph 'midst the thorns.