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Le Berceau De L'ange (Nocturnal Part 3)

[music: Abate/Canavaggia, Blachier]

a cradle of light
falling into at the first sight
staring at this new
life embraces me desire

by the hand of divinity
a wisdom as as me
I the stench of a putrid life
and suffering are but my fate

dropped in a desert field of
for the unknown to harvest
(my crop)
a tear that vanishes before touching the
I feel nothing, but my futility

lies, surrounded by lies, just me why ?
why do we to foresee
our desolate fate as as we are born ?
we are but who pulls the strings ?
dusk after dusk we crawl like
on a ground that we even posses
I live in a land
a place held by
the of god and men

let the brew
and blow light
I hate world, I hate god
I you

ubi dicta...

I contemplate bereaved soul
and I see through diamond
a cradle filled with
opening on a coffin
once spoken by the innocent child
who praises spectral

all the perfumes from the past
with the magenta sky
warp me to my delight
dusk, I my allegiance to thee
is my oath
innocence down towards
the night
futility of enthrones
the of my life
the quest for my equinoctial
you of the untold
feel the blood I cum
to me, ye faithful darkness

thus, I reveal the coming under the growing moon