Original Version Rerelease Version Re-rerelease Version 1. Kneading with honey 6:58 1. Kneading with honey 6:58 1. Kneading with honey 6:58 2. My oceans vast 6:27 2. My oceans vast 6:27 2. My oceans vast 6:27 3. The touch of a crown 4:33 3. The touch of a crown 4:33 3. The touch of a crown 4:33 4. Carve me in sand 4:37 4. Carve me in sand 4:37 4. Carve me in sand 4:37 5. Summer for the dames 5:49 5. Summer for the dames 5:49 5. Summer for the dames 5:49 6. God send 6:42 6. God send 6:42 6. God send 6:42 7. Of acorns that gather 4:40 7. Of acorns that gather 4:40 7. Of acorns that gather 4:40 8. Meadows 2:58 8. Meadows 2:58 8. Meadows 2:58 9. Yearning anthesis (intro) 0:44 10. God send 7:20 11. Lusus naturae 9:42 12. Amidst The Mourning Wake 5:36 13. In Articulo Mortis Corgito Ero Sum 7:34 total time 42:44 total time 42:44 total time 73:44
Kneading with Honey O never a breath to hold me Silent is the unstrung harps (in play) The laying of wedding sheets down Envy the masters of my passions Shape me, I am as wet as a widow's eye A youth before my sight Lays naked through this earth So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot Our age like winters bare Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch Flatter to passing fairs Gather their scarlet ornaments As passions likewise lent me Put a curse upon our bones And indeed beneath the shoulders Crossing the running rivers The oak tree stands withered these years I am naked here to suckle from nature And shade from males obscenity I dance the sickles hour O how like glorys calm me Its kindness, reads my eyes Hence these years Yet us then rejoice hereafter Notorious brides of scorn Decorate them with awe Bekiss the discord breed And tend to its virginity Feed the invert with decay For its humour shines kindly My Oceans Vast The fear, passing faith, death upon my knees The tears from your eyes, shadows that sign I hold the earth within my hands, O take the beauty that glimpsed you first Thrash the world within your shores It's in your arms that I die Turn your eyes towards my sympathy O be my thoughts to dance the earth with me Take my hand as if it was yours and see The glimpse of dreams your oceans bring I hold the earth within my hands O take the beauty that glimpsed you first Thrash the world within your shores It's in your arms that I die Hold on to me all beauty is prospered in you Your envy has poisoned the hearts of many O of many, my oceans vast, I pour in you For love I have journeyed a thousand times Even upon the backs of many have I drowned Here in your arms I would steal from fear Suffer with me now and I might fright the world The Touch of a Crown The grief that lies bleeding in me No less in pity than in glory O creatures that are dearest to me... ...put on your crowns I look into the sky and dream of oceans that are vast O go to them, it is the vow of mine... ...danger lies ahead With you my sensual queen of natural conception That your hands find the eiderdown hard Body of heavenly picture and flower It is you that holds the secret to all our worlds Of all your pleasures, beauty, that I taste So true in bondage that I fresh the mind O free my lungs that others of thought forbid My soul has but ached, But still I am all that's left of you Sit my lover, upon your throne If chains are of words, my heart is worn O shall the voices be as pleasing as forever And forever naked I stand amongst you The grief that lies bleeding in me No less in pity than in glory O creatures that are dearest to me... ...I search in doubt Honour, honour that I feel I am no more worthy that I am human Let your tongue lesh me... ...and rain, yes it shall rain I am yours forever Carve me in Sand Such are lovers more than grace can seem The pictures of the immaculate Even their heaven bows to this earth The fairest, beautiful and withered Not even nature's own shapes can imagine Shameless and splendid with youth The winds now blow with feathers And tomorrow I wer them How the trees bow to subtlety And eden has fathered their souls Savour the nights for rain Your impetus has left me shapeless Beat the passion and carve me in sand Wondrous skills, fountains of the tomorrow A journey for dead lovers as even grief was sorry My smiles leap through the ashes (and touching with pain) I touch with pain Such a poetry I have answered desire And as ever the innocent sleep within Temptation lays to beating hands Summer for the Dames Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired As labouring claims those golden hairs Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures Do lend a breast to gaze upon Have in summers past all pleasures Or be them winded in my forehead (fill your dowry needs) Sleepless (the sound of crashing waves) Make thyself aroused to a flood of tears In streaks of day, when owls do cry And fables tread the primrose path All that bares in fruit Sits under the bough that blossoms Coral lips with a pleasing tale Touches as a flower with frost Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeast Endeaver thyself as a whore Then I'll take towards no pity O sweet dames like infants of the spring God Send With grace my mother can you play the harp Like an angel to a saint I feel so lonely the loved falling far from grasp Dei gratia, heal the wounds that cut so deep To never cease feeling such misery, so real To utter with a lisp, so subtle Ab initio ad finem I kiss your forehead You clasp to my palms The uterus from which gave birth Stares withered and sopine Hide the cries you so hear Stripping you so naked Wipe the sweat from your brow Weeping to a given drought The shrouding of the light Death is your god send Upon your final breath the skin upon my arm rigours Deus misereatur de profundis quantum libet Taedium vitae esto perpetua Of Acorns that Gather In graceful dance of ever, as fountains have towered above me The days of celebration and that of the foul lake Fathers of the knell... ...burn up the sun And pluck me from my ripeness As passion dies As love itself has failed And unto the earth we thrive Of acorns that gather and cradle to kindest of ears Even they are judged to a wintertide... ...judged by sorrow days Through windows of sunken eyes As time leads our summer's on Nothing but idle tales... ...and flowers yet to be fair Make the berries glutton with awe Borrowed tears like a troubled ocean, thorns Of earth's delight Gathered like spreading fields for a fallow year Deflower for love is a fever... ...and I swear from time... ...I even pity beauty itself Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Mark - Bass Paul - Vocals Marc - Guitar Chris - Drums Steve - Guitar Artwork Info Recorded at academy studios, W. Yorkshire, Feb '94 Engineered by Mags Produced by Hammy Executive producer: Robert Müller All music composed and arranged by Enchantment All lyrics by P. Jones For merchandise info and free catalog write to Century Media We dedicate "Dance the Marble Naked" in loving memory of Alun McLean (1973-1993) Paula Sanders (1967-1992) Those things that are beautifull are never lost Review Sometimes when listening to a cd just because the cover looks cool, you find one that's really worth while. Enchantment is one of those. Dance the Marble Naked is a very good mature sounding doom metal album. Lots of variation in singing, very melodic, tempochanges. Yet few people seem to know this band. Maybe also because as far as I know this is the only album they made. Anyways, it's very recommanded for anyone who likes doom. Rating: 7.5 out of 10