Tribulation The Dhampir (digital) 1. The Dhampir, Pt. I Down ever turning spiral For a call I meant to heed The air is stale and the ground sighs deep Souls of the eternal brooding gloom Start to scream as the walls start to bleed Everything that is falls apart The shimmer of illusion, removed And before my feet, an abyss! Summoning The shadows come alive Creeping forth from the deepest sense of solitude Watched by a thousand eyes Dragged down to the bottom of despair Angels' trumpet sings with the Devil's horn Between two worlds the Dhampir is born I have stopped Frozen in the staircasе Deep below the earth whеre nothing grows These stagnant walls of mold and stone Trying to forestall the passage of time This somber hole, where death is all The shadows come alive Creeping forth from the deepest sense of solitude Watched by a thousand eyes Dragged down to the bottom of despair Angels' trumpet sings with the Devil's horn Between two worlds the Dhampir is born The time has come to go on Alone So I slowly turn and start to climb backwards To become 2. The Dhampir, Pt. II 3. The Dhampir, Pt. III I'm coming back To the moonlight To all To all dreams profound Reaching out for the firmamement To dance on unhallowed ground Under the stars My will be my very own wings and carrier To mount the walls of deliria And I bear them The voices of the dead They cry Gods of death, I invite you in To reveal which path is hollow And break my heart Grief, cleanse me! I am destroyed! But also ever so whole through gifts you bestow Clear inner vision of the art of letting go Somber night An abyss gaping wide without end Great halls of absent light Deep below the earth I died and was born again From the deep they rise Revenants, angels turned to devils Blessings turned to plague Death comes slow under the guise of hope Dragging you down to their grave Woeful specters Feeding on your spleen Eats away at your soul Ever gnawing at your bones So fly! Transform! Become! Transcend! The somber night An abyss gaping wide without end Great halls of absent light Deep below the earth I died and was born again Winds, fill my wings O mighty spirits! Ascend! Rush through me, phantoms of the deep The harvest scythe returned and went away Faster, rising up the spiral to the nightly abode A pathway is formed A way through Night fades to dawn But dreams never end Sorrows blown away by the winds And from this tomb to the sky I ascend Never to return again