Path Of Golconda - Catafalque lyrics

rate me

This dry massacre to crack her and shatter

her ruby tears that sever -or better - forget her

Yes, I had the choice of murder

Yes, I chose to be at war with God...

- but from the start I lost...

Beat the Devil´s tattoo over the quicksand of your life

Meet the shores your verses line, and hopes, so well defined

And down your throat, no antidote will fight the fire there

Only higher flames aspire on drama and despair -

-Lose yourself -

my parole mocked my tongue

Pleased myself,

sought control in her song

Balletal, skeletal grace surround her

Excite a younger soul to an ivory sceptre

( a whirl of regal spine and a delicate minor)

from the fecund abyss where her heart stroke the bell

with her dulcimer throbs as a foreboding of Hell?

So I learned I will be fading

long before I´m gone

In her eyes the mourning prayers

that to the erudite dead belong

Catafalque

No perfect wave, no ancient grave ordain those feline ghosts

That whisper racked to me, in rags, truth´s overdose

We have all grown old

but what have we sold

what treasures, promised pleasures

have we spilled in vain?

Like the wine we praised as manna

or our morbid diorama

as we died a thousand deaths, faced the gold-cage of tristesse

and more sombre panorama but revived again

No! Never so lost now

No! Never so lost?

Now the die fell on you

Bitter pills to consume served on a dagger

Forever

Sealing Neverland´s tomb

Plundering Venus´ womb

Somewhere the fog is rising

contouring elder terror in the minds of man

suspended strength, so soon declining

filled my books on hate with life again...