Noctes - The Lost Garden Lyrics
Tragedy, Blood-wpt patters of Eden within my dreams. Mors iauna vitae!Requiem-aeternam dona eis, Domine. Whispering chois within the dark.I lay as dead, my graven dreams as memories, of the enchanted gardenAs the dark is creeping through my coffin sleep, with a sour perfumethe putrid stench of withering flesh-wheepingOnce bewildering bright, in Elysian bloom, the garden stood vast, as an Arcadian dreambut chaos arose with malicious intent, to smother the orchads with grim eerie veilsPetrified angels, dead featherless black, fell as overriped fruits from their havento drown as sinners, in sulphur steam drenchedin the damp bloodless vein of Phlegethon-Bath!Sculptured to be...Marble angels of melancholy, statues of stone by my grave, as sentinels sobbingwith wings draped in frost, for heavenly life they crave.The midwinter storms to scatter the leaves, thin and brittle as iceas stars upon my grave, diaphanous pale, a bouquet of frostbitten flowersTransparent, melting as the anthems of death, the poems I've written are fadingLike my funeral wreath, the weave of dreams, forgotten and frozen to icePelaline jewelry, as stars in the snow, to embelish the wintery embraceembedded in darkness, tenebrous haze. I sleep beneath their glimmering gazeOver my grave as a spring serenade, flowers fortorn within darknessThe garden of galaxies frozen to frost. The orchards of Eden by roses and thornsovergrown, as the memories-of a landscape forgotten to sprout.Withering beaty to vanish in patterns of withering dust-in oblivion lostWarm I lay in the sheets of the earth, in the dust of the withering garden.Behind the shieod of snowfall I hide-delifed-as God of the grievous EdenLeviathan coils from the shadow
