Necare The Fury Letras:
Midst waves of mute dejection...crawl upon
malicious spines of dull fury...rage burning in
silence sought by my own wretched heart...born
from the ruinous passage of time...the truth of
loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile
strands of abandoned faith...You are the
night...come forth in endless rapture...you are
the night...to sheild thy fallen crest...entangled
in the scented tresses of their desireable
women...soft graceful eidolons of light -- if only
they were more than fleeting ghosts...apparitions
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faded by time and dust...stirring in dark fields
of rememberance where tristful scenes of long
departed loves are endlessly portrayed...one must
seize each memory with careful hands kept
hidden...and like rare, exotic flowers beheld by
none...clutch them tightly to thy disconsolate
heart and remember each one...for this pain shall
soon pass...the soulblight's slow destruction of
what is most precious...of what we hold closest to
our impassioned souls...like the vacant sigh of a
thousand dying dreams...you are the night...a
tapestry of light...a nihility of shifting
emotions...coalesce into patterned, empty
tears...you depart (from me) and I feel nothing.
Letras: The Fury Necare [final]