Noctes The Lost Garden Letras:
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 garden As the dark is creeping
through my coffin sleep, with a sour perfume the
putrid stench of withering flesh-wheeping

Once bewildering bright, in Elysian bloom, the
garden stood vast, as an Arcadian dream but chaos
arose with malicious intent, to smother the
orchads with grim eerie veils Petrified angels,
dead featherless black, fell as overriped fruits
from their haven to drown as sinners, in sulphur
steam drenched in the damp bloodless vein of
Phlegethon-Bath! Sculptured to be...

Marble angels of melancholy, statues of stone by
my grave, as sentinels sobbing with wings draped
in frost, for heavenly life they crave.

The midwinter storms to scatter the leaves, thin
and brittle as ice as stars upon my grave,
diaphanous pale, a bouquet of frostbitten flowers
Transparent, melting as the anthems of death, the
poems I've written are fading Like my funeral
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wreath, the weave of dreams, forgotten and frozen
to ice

Pelaline jewelry, as stars in the snow, to
embelish the wintery embrace embedded in darkness,
tenebrous haze. I sleep beneath their glimmering
gaze

Over my grave as a spring serenade, flowers
fortorn within darkness The garden of galaxies
frozen to frost. The orchards of Eden by roses and
thorns overgrown, as the memories-of a landscape
forgotten to sprout. Withering beaty to vanish in
patterns of withering dust-in oblivion lost

Warm 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
Eden

Leviathan coils from the shadows of sleep to
fetter my soul to the deep Ophidian beast from the
darkness to rise, my dreams to nourish and reap
Quadricornutus sperpens, luminous black, breating
an apical hiss, yearning to bless me with venomous
hiss, with a flickering, toungue upon my lips

Above the surface, lifeless and plain, the
midwinter winds to ravage to scatter the remnants
of memories lost, the garden withered to dust I
sleep with the dark, silence I breathe, still
waiting for life to return A time will come, when
my death I defy, from the ashes, as a pheonix to
rise
Letras: The Lost Garden Noctes [final]