Ephel Duath

Ephel Duath - Ironical Communion (Amber) lyrics

rate me

Sweet Irony,

hits my tangled troubles, and frees this

blade

from the stranding line

Cynically slides,

Through dusty gemstone,

To offer a soft respite to my ethereal

plagues.

Let me cover with silence,

The figures around me:

A velvety sigh on the noisy stammering.

Grow to a physical essence,

And heavily walk on this living mosaic

Called pain...

I can hear the breath of every dowel:

My demons are waiting...

Conceal this fool architecture

From my (singing) conviction.

Blind my cyclopian, trifling dreads

And dethrone the useless days

From my infested eyes.

Irony, my care.

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