Oh dismal mourning... I open my weary eyes once again My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to me Will this pain ever pass? The enchanting perfume of winter and the bleak, cold breath of her still haunts me... Oportet ubique pulchritudinem evanescere
So half of me rode to the mountains and the other half soared high in the winds to a place where the angels had fallen, the soil gagged and choked on their wings My soul was the pale skyline that she stretched across the horizon Two years had brought the fire that she paints upon my loathsome canvas
She is the dark one... As a bird I watched her from my cold tower in the heavens and when she fell from the northplace, I flew down and embraced her I took her where the snow falls forever, she showed me the haunted woods We gathered together in the oaken palace, free from both death and life The fire blazed in her eyes one day and she tore the soul from my chest With a bleeding heart, I flew back to my cold tower to never escape and lie in a pool of death forever
I saw the nightfall... It called to me like a river of shadows It sang to me with the cries of a thousand ravens that blackened the sky as they took flight and sank the Sol I shall never trust the sun again, Eridanis Nadir
I ran away far into the woods To find the Sol, I called to her... "I don't want to be forgotten...I never wanted to be human" NEVER!!!!!
So alas the sun had descended, her fire burned brilliant in the sky The trees bore their withered silhouettes, that cast a spell upon unearthly white No wolf shall keep his secrets, no bird shall dance the skyline And I am left with nothing but an oath that gleams like a sword To bathe in the blood of man Mankind...
[Music by Haughm (7/97 - 1/99)]
2. The Mishapen Steed
[Music by Breyer (12/98 - 1/99)]
3. Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips Let the cold blood flow on it's own... Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten...
From which of this oak shall I hang myself? These ebon halls are always dark... From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call... Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
[Music by Haughm (12/97 - 2/98)]
4. Dead Winter Days
There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn...
...She killed herself in the fall...
I am the unmaker, I bring death to the beautiful dawn With pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels...
...I killed myself in the spring...
A grim bough had hung me high I sank the fires of the Sol Here, nightfall reigns
I oppose the light I gather the storms with a sword I wield with hate I shot down the sun with bow and flame Pillorian for the dead winter
I am the unmaker The pillorian...the ending I...die... I damn you the dead winters...
[Music by Haughm/Anderson/J. William W. (2/97 - 11/98)]
5. As Embers Dress The Sky
The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings The shallow cries of the wind sing a swansong for mankind
Shine on morning skyfire ablaze this final day The autumnal end, the dawn of man The centuries fade below my feet
I soared above them as they worthlessly poured thought from a chalice As wisdom would flow, twilight would come to pass Drink, oh hallowed cup of life
Shine on evening skyfire Paint the sky with the blood of a raven Bereavement, oh garment of ebony As embers dress the dusk of man...
[Music by Haughm/Anderson (3/96 - 10/96)]
6. The Melancholy Spirit
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods
The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia Show me, again, your sweet face Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death
She had spoken to the dawn Her words wisped in tongues of the wind
And then silence... Pale clouds betrothed the dawn Black rain fell The birds wore masks
The haunting stain of her woe Had burned itself into the oak Night had gone Bereaved, I was torn for her
One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter breeze She faded before my eyes Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight And the melancholy rain still pours forever on...
