Castrum - Black Silhouette Enfolded In Sunrise lyrics

Shroud me with silken joyless Watered in lasciviousness To obey groan of gloomy cypress Enamoured in this darkness And thy sensual caress Shall resurect (un) life in me Thus swathed in lustrous majesty By ablaze nocturnal sea Cling thy lips on my carotid On ardent pleasures of misdeed Sanguinary tears flow down the waned skin Lement for grace yet unseen Infuse me from the libidious fountain Where thy children soothe their curse Because now I see this world full of pain Our throe no spell can avoid and reverse Sublime moon ascends Impure as my soul full of fervency Her lips are bewitching me Lucid and pure to appease despondency And then heaven sends sadfull contagious rain In mirrors so empty d**h proclaims On my hands of time bloodred stain Forsaken with zenith I fall in my bane Packs are gathered They feel what shall be For last time mitigate my cupidity And overlay mantle upon me Fullfilled with cold dark kisses Immortal carnal lechery Sylphic voices evoke me Within waiven heart Our vales and woods Abide alone in the night And life shall lose it's meaning For those who understand In which dark poisoned eden I rule as king of the damned I want to see my last dawn With thirsty vampiric eyes And Ares shall sing 'pon my grave With voice of thousand lullabies Adhere thy adhesive lips on mine To feel the warmness of the skies And to vanish as black silhouette Enfolded in sunrise Candles slowly lose their shine In numb eyes of (un) dead And moon shall soon descend Before sun treacherous red But my d**h shall not break Odium against their god Who threw me in this percipice And now takes everything I own But I know that my children shall stay proud This evil conclave I will astound As in their dreams prayer always the same From nethermost sea I shall be roused ...again... Scent of winter I have always been Which seduces thee to me In attire sewed of snow With lace decorated from the foamed sea Can you hear notes of piano And moan of those who shall dance With song wolves on our frozen shore Statues shaping like silent tragedy Entangled in veil of moonlight The same as this gothic poetry Embraced by thee and blizzard Bigots k** the forest Burning what belongs to me And I fell that I must wend For prophecy is written to be. Light of Christ is approaching To erase amorphous seed But I shall in pain restless lay While weak and mortal enemy breathe (..."HORIZONS ARE BURNING"...) Thy lure and beauty shall coalesce Our hands under arising sun Which ones was touching scarlet ebony But now's enfolding me.