Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When the Moon Is on the Wave, artist - Solefald. Album song The Circular Drain, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 31.01.2008
Record label: Von Jackhelln Inhuman
Song language: English
When the Moon Is on the Wave |
When the moon is on the wave |
And the glow-worm in the grass |
And the meteor on the grave |
And the wisp on the morass |
When the falling stars are shooting |
And the answer’d owls are hooting |
And the silent leaves are still |
In the shadow of the hill |
Shall my soul be upon thine |
With a power and with a sign |
Though thy slumber may be deep |
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; |
There are shades which will not vanish |
There are thoughts thou canst not banish |
By a power to thee unknown |
Thou canst never be alone; |
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud |
Thou art gather’d in a cloud; |
And for ever shalt thou dwell |
In the spirit of this spell |
Though thou seest me not pass by |
Thou shalt feel me with thine eye |
As a thing that, though unseen |
Must be near thee, and hath been; |
And when in that secret dread |
Thou hast turn’d around thy head |
Thou shalt marvel I am not |
As thy shadow on the spot |
And the power which thou dost feel |
Shall be what thou dost feel |
Shall be what thou must conceal |
And a magic voice and verse |
Hath baptized thee with a curse; |
And a spirit of the air |
Hath begirt thee with a snare; |
In the wind there is a voice |
Shall forbid thee to rejoice; |
And to thee shall night deny |
All the quiet of her sky; |
And the day shall have a sun |
Which shall make thee wish it done |
From thy false tears I did distil |
An essence which hath strength to kill; |
From thy own heart I then did wring |
The black blood in its blackest spring; |
From thy own smile I snatch’d the snake |
For there it coil’d as in a brake; |
From thy own smile I snatch’d the snake |
For there it coil’d as in a brake; |
From thy own lip I drew the the charm |
Which gave all these their chiefest harm; |
In proving every poison known |
I found the strongest was thine own |
By thy cold breast and serpent smile |
By thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile |
By that most seeming virtuos eye |
By thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; |
By the perfection of thine art |
Which pass’d for human thine own heart; |
By thy delight in others' pain |
And by thy brotherhood of cain |
I call upon thee! |
And compel |
Thyself to be thy proper hell! |
And on thy head I pour the vial |
Which doth devote this trial; |
Nor to slumber, nor to die |
Shall be in thy destiny; |
Though thy death shall still seem near |
To thy wish, but as a fear; |
Lo! |
The spell now works around thee |
And the clankless chain hath bound thee; |
O’er thy heart and brain together |
Hath the word been pass’d — now wither! |