Shape Of Despair
      Shape Of Despair
      
1. Sleeping Murder
2. Night's Dew
3. Sylvan-Night
4. Quiet These Paintings Are + Outro
5. Woundheir
6. To Adorn
7. In the Mist

1. Sleeping Murder

[Instrumental]


2. Night's Dew

[instrumental]


3. Sylvan-Night

Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass...
and I watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees...
and how these last signs of light smoothly dances within...
trying to ease this dark burden...
just let me emerge in and touch sylvan-night...
carefully they caress me and touch gently...
though my worlds are not spoken here and never revealed...
I do dream this in myself as I'm painfully wrapped in leaves...


4. Quiet These Paintings Are + Outro

Why did you leave these colours so they'll fade?
but soon they will be as one for the moment
I will stare into this dim, silent sea
silent sea

and we'll suffer the kiss bright

on the fields vails emotion
live still never they'll return
as they are laid to rest
into this one lonely life
in which depths is growing
growing

as they are laid to rest
into this one lonely life
with depths is growing painfully into life
to die

into life
to die


5. Woundheir

Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire
closed my page, as hatred reigned higher I
did notice a knife and hills covered with
blood, was I the one who's life is most precious to this new "god"

Indeed I must be loved, for I killed many
thousands I opened with highest fashion,
pain didn't spare any of these pitiful humans,
that the whole earth is covered with
tempest and storm of urbans lay bleeding
and kissing my beloved feet

shall I not wait for the greatest hour when
this god sees the bloody shower


6. To Adorn

[instrumental]


7. In the Mist

Slow my feet are
frozen their veins
still closing helplessly afar
waking the creatures within

I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep
eternally under those cold woods
as my fall brings then

shadows of their wings as howling their
pleads wounded, I lay on ground
listening their needs

It's dark and cold and they fly slowly and
they know surely they raped my soul