Towards the Sinister
Original Version LP Rerelease Version 1. Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium 8:33 1. Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium 8:33 2. Vast choirs 7:20 2. Vast choirs 7:20 3. The grief of age 4:00 3. The grief of age 4:00 4. Catching feathers 3:34 4. Catching feathers 3:34 total time 23:52 total time 23:52
Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloveds farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas' of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas' Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it's ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Vast Choirs Burdens of grief that weigh against me Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch Your kinds heart now pines For whom the gods love dies young Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears The sadness I present, smiles with tears Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty And wars abhorred by mothers No man lives so poor as he was born We don't remember pure sensations Gaze peacefully into the past I am dust , and to dust I shall return Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up Devour my sad whimperings The cutting whip is mine to feel No symphony in mind to colour my dreams Poena damni Sorrow everywhere Please pray for me When deep sleep falls on men Father hold me I am yours to bear AD-te In the play which he has written for the world Night is the mother of sleep Old age is a malady of which one dies Augury of a better age Sages as far as the beard Their wounds smelled so sweetly Temptation, the father of my lust Chalcedony shines like the new born Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs Splendid was the innocents fall Laugh to scorn would our foe Amid wars laws are silent Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart Falls the labrious memory of pain In the rich upheavel of vast choirs Death shall flee from me Misericordium et judicium Adhoest pavimento AD-te levavi ocolus meos Verba mea auribus The Grief Of Age The terror of being Left alone Never leaves me Unspeakables woes Gather me Up forever To your breast Morbid weather Watch this face Still a child Eyes red raw Aching and tired Issue your Delicate voice Sing through me Men and twice boys Childrens waking fears Of the supernatural Choke their simple thoughts And crush our simple minds I feel sometimes A hell within myself The terror of The piled earth Hiding me Will end this man forever Catching Feathers If my child should die before me The sweetness of youth A smile that sings Eyes alight Insanely butchered Perverse drooling Horrific beyond restraint Lord of the dance Lust is murder For this brave man High slaughtering general In a white feathered army Mort knows your name His before your time I'd love to see you suffer Too much to be called a crime The sweetness of youth A smile that sings Eyes alight Insanely butchered Perverse drooling You cannot even pray For you have no God Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Aaron - vocals Andy - guitar, keyboards Calvin - guitar Rick - drums Artwork Info Recorded and mixed at Revolver Studios 24/25 November 1990 Produced by Tim Walker, My Dying Bride "In The Rich Upheavel Of Vast Choirs, Death Shall Flee From Me" Review I know I've said it before but this demotape is the pride of my collection! The very first release from my alltime favourite band, and I think it's their darkest work they ever made. The first two songs sound darker than the cd versions due to the bad sound quality, eerie keyboards and Aaron's dark growl. The last two songs are a bit faster and not as good as their other work. Guess that's why they were never released on cd (except on the Meisterwerk cds) but still it's to hear how my favourite band started out. Rating: 6.5 out of 10