Waltzing Mephisto Lyrics Album by Hortus Animae
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Album Lyrics
1. untitled
(Instrumemtal)
2. Enter
Enter! In the valley of tears, in the reign of your fears and the shame of your mind.
Enter! In the realm of the dead, the loved ones’ regrets are shown with respect.
Enter! Where pure is the blood, where loves are forgotten and hate is the strength.
Enter… In the shades of the light, upon the throne of the might is the key for the peace.
Place yourself… Take a place beneath the wastes of life,
where you’ve lost your blood-stained knife, try it again.
Enter! In the consciousness of pain, when nothing’s to blame it’s time for revenge.
Enter! In the valley of death, where no one can rest there’s tormented eternity.
If this is a wish…
Enter the realm where angels decayed can smile at your face, wash all your wounds…
All life left behind must have been denied, the razor’s the guide, try to make it this way…
Come in, it’s your turn to shine, for the darkness is bright there…
Walk along the halls of despair, violent whispers can make you feel better.
Enter! In the realm of the dead, their eyes and cold breath can show you the way.
Enter! Where pure is the blood, cause blood must be shed and must have been in the past.
Sit upon the throne of the might, the key to conquer the night is the knife that you hunger for…
And now let it be done.
3. A Lifetime Obscurity
(Lyrics in CD booklet contain minor mistakes; the following version is correct.)
Go the path towards the solitude,
thou shall feel cursed if betrayed.
But when I betray call the Martyr to weep,
to bury the scars thru never ending seasons of grief,
then I’ll follow the black path towards horizon dark
and I’ll reach only sadness, as mourning dwells in me.
4. A Lifetime Obscurity
Like a love lost in the cold,
thru the grim shadows of old,
shadows that whisper of souls.
Like a love lost in the cold,
that strength less I shall behold thru years
of darkness or filtrate light,
it’s always been easier to close the eyes,
rather than open them and see
what thou never ever wanted to see…
Once felt the weight of thy age,
call the Martyr to laugh and dance
upon thy graveyard of shame.
For love was lost and life was won,
all the other things are shades to be gone
and the path of mourning longs for more…
“Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto,
dance thy particular waltz
Come here Mephisto, come here Mephisto,
upon my ridiculous grave”
Spirit and flesh are now rotting, their abode is so far, shall I find it?
For the path I am walking, it’s so lonely and bleeding,
the grief’s overwhelming and sadness is crying,
thou can taste all my sorrow for my life is so empty,
empty like words that are buried with loss.
Turn on thy back all that’s shown is regret
and the shadows of death are unleashing their powers NOW!
Like a love lost in the cold,
thru the grim shadows of old,
shadows that whisper of souls.
Everything gone and never to return,
here’s the coldness and the bleakness of it all,
a constant prelude to agony,
a following of seasons of apathy,
cruel are the eyes of misery,
black are the wings of my destiny,
primordial tears come out as knives…
The left half of the heart in the left hand,
the right half of the heart in the right hand…
…of darkness or filtrate light,
it’s always been easier to close the eyes…
…Once felt the weight of thy age,
call the Martyr to laugh and dance
upon thy graveyard of shame
Obscurity – Mourning dwells in me,
Obscurity – A lifelong misery,
Obscurity – bleeding the soul away…
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones,
crushing everything that I’m holding inside and then going back again…
Feeling the dusk coming out from my bones,
crushing everything I am holding inside and all left behind seem to come back again…
When senses are blinded and feelings distorted
call the Martyr to show thee the real true existence,
hypnotic delusions are blessed with confusion,
another landscape is silent with intent of revelation,
groping one’s way towards the wastes of life,
why this seems to have no end?
Groping one’s way towards the wastes of life,
please help me inhale the true existence!
5. Springtime Deaths
Refreshing winds from distant skies,
a dying love from distant eyes.
Another cruelty brought to me.
And again a flower born and before it withers
wind’s whispers are blowing it away…
Falling leaves from trees that died,
a growing sadness becoming mine,
but it’s not time for leaves to fall
and it’s not time for dying at all…
And again a flower born and before it withers
wind’s whispers are blowing it away…
Clouds are sick of being dark,
when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay..
Is lone the path to walk among the green,
as with melancholy of the grey
something faded away, but melancholy remained…
I cannot… regret…
In springtime the grey has the due to fade away
but the days come grey again,
with the season of grief in bloom
cause in springtime the deaths are two.
6. Souls of the Cold Wind
I have travelled, travelled through the coldest of winters.
Lashes of wind have hurt my body screaming hymns of the frost
and taking away pieces of my soul,
as they stole pieces of other suffering beings…
I have slept, slept upon the hardest of stones,
dusted nails have hurt my body,
disturbing my dreams with their nightmares…
And taking away pieces of my soul…
Is the road still long?
“Show me the path, oh coldest of winds, cause I feel I’m in darkness,
I’m afraid and I’m tortured by the pain of my open wounds…”
I have cried, cried around the saddest of shores,
where the thoughts follow the tide, where the thoughts follow the wind…
Jaws made of water have hurt my body,
leaving my flesh naked and weak and my soul’s gone with the breeze…
“Show me the path, oh coldest of winds, cause I feel I’m in darkness,
I’m afraid and I’m tortured by the pain of my open wounds…”
Now I’m going to die, die in the most ‘lone of all thrones,
where I could lay my tired body and sing lullabies for my death,
hoping the wind gave my soul to the angels
(and the souls of other suffering beings…).
7. Welcome the Godless
Crawling so deeper… Nobody should have to do it that way…
Breathing so higher… Having thoughts that are never the same…
As I stand here trapped in immortal rites that aren’t mine by choice…
Welcome the Godless!
Living, dying… For something I won’t do again.
Screaming, scratching… And the Godless shall be blessed all the same.
I have served the temple and now I want to consider me and them free…
8. Freezing Moon including Terzo Incontro and Tubular Bells (Mayhem / Il Balletto di Bronzo / Mike Oldfield covers)
Everything here is so cold
Everything here is so dark
I remember it as from a dream
In the corner of this time
Diabolic shapes float by
Out from the dark
I remember it was here I died
By following the freezing moon..
It’s night again
Night you beautiful
I please my hunger
On living humans
Night of hunger
Follow it’s call
Follow the freezing moon..
Darkness is growing
Eternity opens
The cemetery lights up again
As in ancient times
Fallen souls die behind my steps
By following the freezing moon…
9. A Feeble Light of Hope
(Instrumental)
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