PSALM: A requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candles dumb. I wanna see it burn, I wanna feel them burn like the fire burning in my eyes.
Spirits, I dont wanna see the light of heaven but I wanna see the pain coming out from her eyes. Powers of obscurity, listen to my prayer and give me time for revenge. Spirits, shell become insane, her nerves shall yield. In this night of dismal glimmer I invoke malediction. They've let her young beauty fade away.
Velvet skin, withering. Her bloody hate shall turn again in mortal venom. Sacred lust, blooming. The trial is silent. Funeral procession, all dressed in black but white are tears. Unsilent, dip the air of brackish lies. The white dove, killed by faith, wingless. Stained with blood but still screaming because of blind pain.
Lungo il cammino nella notte, la citt si duole, avvolta nelle ombre. E in piedi la vergine bianca coperta da un sudicio sudario. Un cuore pulsa ancora, gocce di sangue escono dal petto urlando LA LORO VITA!!!
PSALM: A requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candles dumb. I wanna see it burn, I wanna feel them burn like the fire burning in my eyes.
Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
