Anathema The Crestfallen E.P. Daniel : Guitar Vincent : Guitar John : Drum Duncan : Bass Darren : Vocal - ...And I lust 5:47 - The sweet suffering 6:42 - Everwake 2:41 - Crestfallen Å 10:17 - They die 7:59 ...And I Lust Stately columns standing in solemn rows Such empty honours are suitable for those Whose death erases all renown and fame And vanquishes their glory with their name Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields? By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene. By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades But not for those whose superior worth After death extols them to the earth I would even venture to assume That one need not build for them a tomb By human art, since glory heaven sent Serves them as a living monument Pain is a far away land, Misery, a lifetime's journey... ...and I lust for death (judgement). March 1992 The Sweet Suffering As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty I decipher what is read in the cloud The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears The claps of thunder, scared? No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature Her caress it soothes and brings me joy Kneeling in the rainfall Wind's whispers beckoning Inhaling the sweet scent Elation is overwhelming The way is dim, but somehow I find it One by one the victims of life are dwindling Me, take me... grief no more if death will save me Take me, save me, show me salvation Lead me... a sacred path, reinstate creation Show me joy, grief, pride and show me your envy The way is dim but somehow I find it. September 1991 Everwake Somniferous whisperings of scarlet fields Sleep calling me and my dreams are wondrous My reality abandoned (I traverse afar) Not a care if I never wake Spring 1992 Crestfallen I cry a tear of hope but it is lost in helplessness The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul For the deepest love I had has dissolved before my eyes My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer All emotion is consumed by an inner silence All grief is unassuaged by disconsulate tears I want for nothing, I live for nothing I am waiting to die but I am afraid of dying Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer Crestfallen emotion Wallowing in guilt and drowning for evermore Falling deeper into fear My inner self is now a sleeper of stone Help me. Spring 1991 They Die All tears restrained for years Their grief is confined Which destroys my mind An ode to their plight is this dirge Some yearn for lugubrious silence (It is the) serenity in the image of coffins Shall life renew these bodies of a truth? All death will he annul, all tears assuage? Fill the void veins of life, again with youth And wash with an immortal water, age They die. April 1991