Ved Buens Ende - Those Who Caress the Pale
Original Version Rerelease Version Re-Rerelease Version 1. A mask in the mirror 5:21 1. A mask in the mirror 5:21 1. A mask in the mirror 5:21 2. The carrior of wounds 8:05 2. The carrior of wounds 8:05 2. The carrior of wounds 8:05 3. You that may wither 4:36 3. You that may wither 4:36 3. You that may wither 4:36 4. The plunderer 5:09 4. The plunderer 5:09 4. The plunderer 5:09 5. Those who caress the pale 6:16 5. Those who caress the pale 6:16 5. Those who caress the pale 6:16 6. Insects (part I) 6:35 6. Insects (part I) 6:35 --- Bonus: Manes - Pro-Gnosis-Diabolis --- 1. NMY 4:11 2. His Masters Voice 4:51 3. Nar Solen Stivner 5:58 4. In My Tomb Of Silver Cold 1:07 5. My Blackhearted Flower 5:26 total time 29:27 total time 36:02 total time 52:23
A Mask in the Mirror Carry me and throw me, into the waters that kept you and yours alive. .....and if that was fear..... I'd leave you with your doves. You'd want to eat the hand that hit you - And your dear pity me..... Slowly I bound you and your doves .....is it fear? I have spilled my tears how, I could have drowned you The dust and and you..... The Dreamking and I..... The flesh and the soil..... Is it fear.....? The Carrier of Wounds I slumber throught my years. Like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed..... the son of the moon..... and I will carry mountains soon. A burden I was for those who woke the sun I threw their masks away, lit my torches, and burned their eyes..... Forgiven I never was. But I will carry mountains soon. A burden, is it not? Kneeling I chose my faith, while they lit the sun, and flew naked and blind over my desert fields. You that may wither A distant cry..... From whom I perished for? No..... You are born..... .....the winterburden I bled your tears once. If only I could wither, You, That May Wither A distant cry... From what I perished for? No.... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of your thoughts. So I cry..... I cry not only for my spirit in its living shell. But for the ones who used the lust for me. The Plunderer The dust the Dreamking and I. Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons. We did what the sun forbade us to. Oh how mournful we are, soon to be given wings. The wings that gave the swan his pride. And the tears that watched the sun die. And you..... You who threw silence over me, return with the heart I gave you..... .....I was weak to let you plunder. Those who caress the Pale Strange how mysteriousness bound us and drags us through these dark times Strange how the twilight encourages us and fills us with awesome pride. Strange how a thorn would please us and bring our hearts to lie. Pleasant to see the starlight and your white smile..... Lyrics in plain text format