Enthral - Prophecies Of The Dying – Part Ii lyrics

Here all alone I sow the seeds of sadness For only me to reap For the ache I fell in my heart is far too strong For any man to bear Moonlight drank the tears of my grieving sorrow And for those who cursed me on my path beyond sanity They all became my shadow... For I entered their hearts like the serpent entered paradise.. The smell of flowers dead witnessing the birth of my d**h My body covered by black flies tearing my soul apart... Cursed by harsh words spitting from a cleft tongue Hurts like mad dogs tearing at my flesh Bleeding memories so painful to remember that I cannot rest Flowing like a dark river of sin... O'how I try to be among them all But I'm so afraid For I have seen what their eyes cannot see... Innocence ripped away at the proclaim of its birth All human dignity has been torn away - Their stinking breath And their need of playing the role performing (their) lifeless Acts in honour of their worthless god... I am waiting for the day When the sun will burn our selfish dreams to ashes grey Only then will we see what we all have become... Pa**ionate dreams... Driven by despair – Do I live in d**h? Your feeble cries echo like sweet music in my ears A tragic symphony where I find pleasure... I will cleanse your soul with my blood so that all loveless Beauty may wither With me... What is this touch of a nocturnal sphere I feel caressing me? I wear your hidden shadow wherever I may wander... I bear the mask of the face of d**h A dark reflection of what is surrounding us But still they spit me in the face And curse the ground on which I walk Pouring salt into my wounds -A plague never ending I turn and walk away With bitter tears in my eyes... Now this mighty beast has awakened Troubled waters, once of purest innocence, to wash over the land Rivers of madness – boiling with blood - Hatred and poison to nourish the ground None shall survive, in floods of sin we drown... Then, with the pride we throw away their masks of beauty The painful writings in the skin so pale Telling us they suffer the same wounds as we do... This love never dies