Ephel Duath - Ironical Communion (Amber) Lyrics
Sweet Irony,hits my tangled troubles, and frees thisbladefrom the stranding lineCynically slides,Through dusty gemstone,To offer a soft respite to my etherealplagues.Let me cover with silence,The figures around me:A velvety sigh on the noisy stammering.Grow to a physical essence,And heavily walk on this living mosaicCalled pain...I can hear the breath of every dowel:My demons are waiting...Conceal this fool architectureFrom my (singing) conviction.Blind my cyclopian, trifling dreadsAnd dethrone the useless daysFrom my infested eyes.Irony, my care.