Your Shapeless Beauty - Le Berceau De L'ange (nocturnal Call Part 3) lyrics

[music: Abate/Canavaggia, lyrics: Blachier] leaving a cradle of light falling into hell at the first sight staring at this new chaos life embraces me without desire touched by the hand of divinity a wisdom as blind as me I feel the stench of a putrid life lies and suffering are but my fate dropped in a desert field of hate waiting for the unknown to harvest (my ethereal crop) a tear that vanishes before touching the ground I feel nothing, nothing but my futility lies, surrounded by lies, just tell me why ? why do we have to foresee our desolate fate as soon as we are born ? we are puppets but who pulls the strings ? dusk after dusk we crawl like vermin on a ground that we don't even posses I live in a no-man's land a place held by hypocrisy the hypocrisy of god and men let the storm brew and blow light away I hate this world, I hate god I hate you haec ubi dicta... I contemplate this bereaved soul and I see through this diamond a cradle filled with pa**ion opening on a shadowy coffin poetry once spoken by the innocent child who praises spectral sentiments all the perfumes from the inner past entwined with the magenta sky warp me to suffer my delight dusk, I pledge my allegiance to thee this is my oath innocence kneels down towards the temptating night futility of wisdom enthrones the bereavement of my life the quest for my equinoctial desires you preachers of the untold feel the blood that I cum come to me, ye faithful darkness thus, I reveal the coming raven under the growing moon