Crystal Darkness Ascend Saturnine Nebulae 1. The Marble Statue on Thy Holy Soil Inside this forlorn chapel Oh how sweet is my grief I stare at the heavens Waiting for an angel to take me Isn't thy mercy like the beautiful sunshine After a cold December dawn Or is it like a fluid substance Untouchable to caress With our sensitive lips For ages we are building monuments in the air We are the architects of our wishes Constructing the palaces we have never seen But isn't all our blood Flowing from the marble statue on thy holy soil Don't we all dream of the Sistine chapel Can't thou lead us to the garden of Eden Could thou comfort us Or do thou leave us in our misery For how long do we have to suffer from this pain When will we smell the roses on our grave In how many rivers of pain do we have to bathe 2. In Midst Eternal Snow "I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes His body gleams in midst eternal snow His tears fall from the skies All pathways by his feet are worn His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea His crown of thorns entwined with every thorn His cross is every tree" I saw her standing there Under a weeping moon It's among all those silver stars Each one a lonely tear I would smile if I could hold your dove But I only feel those mournful skies That do haunt there above I feel that you are bleeding And I know there is some pity So would you (for one last time) Dance with me 3. Awaiting Silence over Midwinter Gardens This is a time I am not sure About the things you never said Broken smiles on broken windows For the lifes that never met The memories are left and can't be taken Passion under the moon The rain couldn't wash the love away We said goodbye to every star With every word a kiss Lust in closing daylight Hearts locked forever I laid bleeding in bare skin, thinking I sinned it therefore became me Even when the moon is betrayed by the dark Still we will remain shining in passion 4. Thousands of Flies on Her Pale Body As I stand here now I stand here so alone My eyes are filled with tears We believed we had it all in our hands But oh so little we have now So cold the lachrymal fluid blaming me Never will we see the horizon again We're lost in this so deep Submerged wasteland It's sad the way she tries to tender me Her eyes are filled with tears Our only remembrance emotional ecstasy Now thousands of flies on her pale body How we loved it Her sweet smelling grass we once laid in In our coldest mornings we used to smile Being able to open theatre curtains And enjoying the diamond winterfields We were watching But it all had an end Let's take the serpentine windings To the end of the wasteland We're lost in winterfields of pain Only rivers they have no end Now even the snow it makes us blind Will this passion sermon Ever stop again 5. Mirthless Romanesqye Sculpture Leucothea will you be mine tonight Make me write the words I can not find This night I am the moonless one And it hurts... It hurts so deep inside This night... A night too bright for the moon to shine Not black... Black are the tears dripping down From the eyes of mine Please be mine tonight Please shine for me this night And I still wander In this with high walls surrounded garden How I wish to see the moon I know she is waiting to take me in a trance The alder tree how alone she stands Her arms reached out to the violet sky How she desires that once the moon Will be my guide 6. The Bitter Taste of Tears Runs Dry Undefinable to those they fall on Nor will it ever end in the remembrance Of one who has tasted the bitter As again sweet moist While it never is wanted once more Men are eager to taste it again 7. A Feast Among Flowers Oh adorable beauty In an odoriferous meadow I saw you dance With emerald grass caressing your feet But your emotions made these orchids bleed You made them bleed You held a rose Its thorns nailed in your hands Did you feel my desire to be in your arms Lay yourself close against me Let your tears melt into chastity There is much more to comfort for So caress and embrace me with your pity Feed me with a romance Why still hunger for a feast among flowers Let this be the perfect performance of a tragedy I will pull you away from these demons You don't have to drown like Sappho But would you declaim to me a love poem You held a rose Its thorns nailed in your hands Did you feel my desire to be those thorns