Dies Ater
Through Weird Woods
1. ...Wo Anmut Wacht
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2. Scorned Heroine
Hidden in vaporous shadows the castle arises,
Guarded by winds a glance of beauty,
But malice lurking behind,
Where the countess gracefully lies.
Blessed by a velvet skin with ebony hair,
Cheeks like fresh snow, so white.
Gliding through the forest by innocence lead,
Being observed by a glimpsing satanic sight.
While tragedy rages through the lonely nights,
To find the pitiable sacrifice,
cause just slow death can her satisfy.
In fear the virgin whimpers, as the ravenous voice is
Tempted by lust of their sadistical choice.
Bleeding for beauty.
As desires brutality, disturbing infinity's sleep.
It find faith tortured, retention perfidious raped.
A funeral of promises, long lost its meaning.
A tomb of buried hopes, diseased by madness.
"You shall not fear the pain, nor the beast its knife.
Just fulfil my desire for an endless celestial life!"
Gripped by obsession's flame to rouse those pale demons,
Centuries of wait have all but gone, and the sin was done.
Spirits gather, preparing tomorrow's flight,
murdered for vanity, eyes stare in ecstasy,
as life flickers away.
Hidden in vaporous shadows the castle arises,
Guarded by winds a glance of beauty,
But malice lurking behind,
Where the countess gracefully lies.
While tragedy rages through the lonely nights,
To find the pitiable sacrifice,
Spirits gather, preparing tomorrow's flight,
Cause just slow death can her satisfy.
3. Infested Night
Faded in oblivion, as darkness slept,
embraced by dusk, a veil of conspiracy.
scratching at twilight's shores,
while grace decayed, freezed by sobriety.
Through misty long lost times,
it surveyed an endless, growing wideness
garnished with perfidious welling glory,
cruelty ruled, a triumph of senselessness.
"Seize hell's darkwinds and let them crash on these planes,
shake the dusty ground, devour all their bitter lifes.
Damn virginity and paint sin in its colour.
So might will fall and my star shall rise!!"
A filthy laughter drowned the storm,
as the black wizard, robed in evil passion,
summoned the beast, awaking fate's temper.
mortal souls cried, mantled by spiritual fire.
Just one spell to devour the day, a ban to bring darkness.
So winding in damnation,
ignorance slept a restless sleep.
Dreaming of vengeance,
thirsting for traitor's blood.
Cause Revenge will chain the pity soon
and the lost kingdom will be reborn.
4. Wintersturm
Tobend im Wind, Laute, scharf wie Schreie,
schleichende Angst, die Verzweiflung glich.
Wirrende Schatten sich im Schein verlierend,
als der Nebel der Anmut des Lichtes wich.
Fallen die Sinne, schwindet der Geist,
betracht ich die Nacht und ein Traum mein Hirn durchstreift.
Momente ziehen vorbei und die Zeit, sie stirbt,
lieg ich hier kaum regend, kaum wach.
Während Staunen meinen Körper erfüllt, ihn beherrscht,
liegt vor mir das Tal der nächtlichen Schlacht.
Blitzende Rüstung, wirbelnde Klingen, wütende Sehnsucht.
Ich sah Krieger in Ohnmacht vereint.
Fahle, wankende Körper die durch Furcht entblößt,
denn im Tal lud der Tod zum Feste ein.
Vertrocknet die Kraft in einem durstigen Krieg,
erblick wie des Lebens Ewigkeit verblüht,
und wie tiefrote Reinheit die Männer umarmt,
sinnt nach Schlaf der Geist von Kälte geführt.
5. Der Schwur, Part II
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6. Das Tor / Des Dunklen Schein
Rast mein Herz, wie gejagt von Schuld,
denn von tiefer Furcht ich erfuhr.
Nun trägt mich der Wind durch unendliche Wälder
zu sterben für eines kranken Königs Schwur.
Im fiebrigen Ritt, über frostige Felder
kaum tragend des Winters Last,
getrieben von blinder, hastiger Eile,
giert Kälte nach unendlicher Macht.
"Trägt des Dunklen Arm noch so viel Leid
und wütet des Windes Hauch noch so stark,
finde den Pfad, den Weg durchs Tor,
so sei Du das Licht, der neue helle Tag."
Reines Wesen, Stolz der Nacht,
führt dein Weg in diese Gruft?
Streifen Zweifel dein dunkles Blut,
was treibt den zeitlosen Geist?
Mit funkelnden Augen und steten Schritt,
steig herab ich die Stufe, die Klinge fest im Griff.
Nimm meine Hand, für mich durchs Feuer,
wo Erwartung auf Wissen trifft.
Ein bittersüßer, tiefroter Traum,
erdacht in so manch dunklen Nacht,
als die Leere weinte und die Stille starb
dieser Sturm in der Seele erwacht.
7. Through Weird Woods
Damnation is sweeping through weird woods
Spoiled by a watchful, creeping dawn.
For thousands rotting moments, it was unseen
While setting for the storm forlorn.
"Dark stained army praise my vengeful word,
ride by my side to crown the tempting heart.
As grace resigns to this mighty sword.
Grant death with honor, cause salvation dies."
Stars in infested constellation,
A withering moon gleaming pale this night
Winds gather the taste of death and glory
Sounds of a furious battle echoes wide.
"I stole might's secret for desire to be free,
unveiled divinity to recall passions light.
A promise of storms to reveal superior aims.
a hymn to the fools letting their weak lifes."
"Follow my thirsting path to its celestial end.
Inspire more for my godlike, fatal claim,
to ravish the vulnerability of the day !"
The banisher of light, spread his name.
Hear the breeze of a tattered whisper,
Filling the thick forest's deepest realm,
"Proud fell into nightfall its hand"
As the warrior left behind this land
8. Of Prophecies To Come...
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