Lyrics:
The Creator forgot this place Maybe He never knew it even Over the Fire, below the Cold Out of the Universe Icily! Without the South, without the North Pole of the cbyss Without the colours, without the sounds Grave of the Light Icily again!
See now, I offer thee Body and spirit Let me inherit Agony-wonder But leave me not icily, numbly asunder Dear Life!
An epileptic trance is entering my body, to break all control rule of this mind A boiling brain addicted to madness, In which every night is like a horror dream. Shudder in the dark breath, Old evil blowing icily from the dark, Wrapped in a shroud of mystery, Faint voices from beyond the spaces, Sample a dark universe, domain of the strange aces, With the angry gods, Best forgotten and left undiscovered.
Caught on a fault line for the first time Startled like a tween by the absurdity of being As I consider life in the confines of past fears Pacific mountain battery or a death blow to a fig tree And I stop Icily maligned in the lamplight Circling but staid like a compass on a carousel As conjecture and hope dissipate like steam in A love that's good and pure and stands on its own And I stop Caught from behind this last time Walking down Turner St. puking up my guts As I consider life without the soft touch of fig leaves on skin The sneetch-yellow star, or a death fit for a prince And finally, I stop considering
AN HOST AWAKE, HIS FEE.. IS SAME ALWAYSS.. .. ICILY HE SCAN.. SOME HANDSOME.. HAND AROUND N’ HIM.. HOW FAR.. A MAN CAN HOWL WAAAAAAR..?” [..(((.BOUNCIN’_DRUMMS..]
Boredom why should I praise it Boredom a spare empty word To define a dull mood So why spo why should I praise it Boredom when you feel alone Even among the crowd Boredom when you can't find the strenth To stir in a funny day So why should I praise it Lost unable to believe in something In you in friends in love In life in happiness Lost unable to believe in anything Everything's empty meaningless And you just stop believing This is my abstract eulogy Boredom when there's nothing you want Nothing you want Not even watching your lov Watching your love Boredom with misty eyes Having no will for one's own Why should I praise it Boredom away from life Losing the power to desire I have no power to desire Boredom, without a dream Unfit to raise one's eyes So why should I praise it Tell me why should I praise it Lost unable to believe in something In you in friends in love In life in happiness Lost unable to believe in anything Everything's empty meaningless And you just stop believing This is my abstract eulogy Boredom icily lifeless Waiting for a stifling death So why should I praise it boredom
An epileptic trance is entering my body to break all control rule of this mind A boiling brain addicted to madness In which every night is like a horror dream Shudder in the dark breath Old evil blowing icily from the dark Wrapped in a shroud of mystery Faint voices from beyond the spaces Sample a dark universe domain of the strange aces With the angry gods Best forgotten and left undiscovered You know, of course I'll be back from the dead Blessing the blackness in glory Of billions of years On collapsed stars In rituals of the ancient race!
In hindsight one day You might realise Your detachment's a condition I find your hedonistic ways to proceed A little too selfish for my taste You watch the flames and cannot see You lack all evidence of empathy It was a long cold summer Temperature rising Like Icarus My wings melted away Cold summer When you spread the fire Till you changed your mind And put out the flame You just take what you crave Extinguish the blaze with a glacier Let those hopes go up in flames Then send your winter all over your plain Long cold summer Temperature rising Like Icarus My wings melted away Cold summer When you spread the fire Till you changed your mind And put out the flame Till you changed your mind and put out the flame As far as you can see you're not to blame Your pleasure-seeking icily pulls you away Like seasons passing you were not to stay
There many quitters give up those of the shadow.. ..7 Tigers and lions bid the pilgrims farewell, for they have now gained the recognition of the Shah.. ..8 The towering mountains are terrifying to me. Icily shivering are the winds of the Himalayas.. ..9 The pilgrims and courtiers have now reached His shrine.
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