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Date of issue: 31.08.2007
Record label: Blight
Song language: English
Wings Of Lead Over Dormant Seas |
Marble clouds stretch, over there |
As I try to follow |
This hazy shade |
This icy shade |
Twisting and blurring in the distance |
Footsteps, elusive, disappearing |
Far away in a million directions |
Anywhere, elsewhere, nowhere |
But I would murder a thousand deaths |
I could stop the clocks and hold my breath |
To grasp you for real |
To grab anything |
Melting wax, cracking glass |
Multiply your face in many forms |
Fragments and fragments and fragments |
In a tunnel of mirrors |
In a corridor of sand |
There’s a snowblinding glare |
The horizons of maud land |
And I roam and I crawl |
Like drifting through aeon |
Through iron walls abandon |
I roam and I call for you |
For I linger still |
In this world of emptiness |
I picture your fragrance |
Through the afterflesh |
Wings of lead over dormant seas |
Burden of feathers |
You, blue seraph, vanishing |
Trying to flicker as you burn |
In the hands of mighty sun |
Incandescent solar flares |
Consuming rainbows in your hair |
Until you fall, hereafter |
Far, far away |
Dim lily-white light |
Out of sight |
And within smoke, within mist |
Among dead and lying trees |
I lose your track |
I lose my way |
And now this home is a maze |
With children-headed walls |
Spitting cries |
Spitting wails |
At my face |
As I howl |
And I die killing time |
Counting hours, watching days fall |
One by one |
And I die spending my nights |
On the paths of grief, serpentine |
Waiting for glows to heal |
Waiting for whispers to speak |
Wishing for sleep to come |
And restart everything |
There is a silence where hath been no sound |
There is a silence where no sound may be |
There is this silence |
Drumming, beating, bursting my ears |
She rises, rises, higher and higher |
Scratches the roof of universe |
Then dives, alas, sinks in my veins |
Drumming beating, breathing in my brain |
This is the morphic waving endless void |
A ghostly orchestra for swarms of insects |
Scarabs and locusts and furies play in my chest |
Drumming, beating, without rest |
Can you see those devouring fires |
Spreading infinity and silence, this silence |
Don’t you hear the immaculate wings of absence |
Drumming, beating in a deafening cadence |
Humming blows, fractured ground, starlight in pieces |
Dying haloes all around, melting seas and shrinking spaces |
And where you as the world falls apart |
Drumming beating, drowning in my heart |
Drumming beating, drowning in my heart |
There is a silence where no sound may be |
There is a silence drumming beating, drowning in my heart |
Silence will have taken your place |
When I rise towards the surface |
Six walls wide and blank |
When I reach the riverbank |
And now everything is nothingness |
And nothingness is where I stand |
Just a small twinkling star |
Pulsing, carved in my hand |
A green iris |
Staring |
Gazing |
An eye wide open, a tiny fire |
Tears and embers |
Rolling along my fingers |
And in every searing moonbeam |
Through aching mercury dreams |
In every scary night blow |
I can guess your faith through the floe |
Silence will have taken your place |
When I rise towards the surface |
Six walls wide and blank |
When I reach the riverbank |
And now everything is nothingness |
And nothingness is where I stand |
Just a small twinkling star |
Pulsing, carved in my hand |
A green iris |
Staring |
Gazing |
An eye wide open, a tiny fire |
Tears and embers |
Rolling along my fingers |
And in every searing moonbeam |
Through aching mercury dreams |
In every scary nightblow |
I can guess your faith through the floe |
But anyway… |
The claws of gravity can crush me |
And nail me deeply |
Down to the earth |
I will stay at the gate |
Waiting and waiting |
To slaughter and trample on |
Those unlighted saints |
Lying on the floor |
Those beasts of prey |
Those stealing whores |
Those starving supernovas |
Those infrablack omegas |
Eating love, spitting grief |
From above, from beneath |
Changing children into silence |
This silence |
This drilling, pounding presence |
Endless |
Soundless |
Terrifying sentence |
Whirling louder and louder |
This silence |
As a drummer |