Song: Chiaroscuro
Viewed: 163 - Published at: 9 years ago
Artist: Selim Lemouchi and His Enemies
Year: 2013Viewed: 163 - Published at: 9 years ago
Handful of ashes are thrown into my eyes
A light-absorbing veil obscures the sky
In between the floor and the ceiling
The walls of life surround me everlasting
From subterranean throne profound
The bells of death resound
Stifled in gravestrewn grounds
The never unspoken
The circle unbroken
The serpent is grinning
The godhead is choking
Next are the accusations
Best arе the tears
Nothing is added to nothing
Thеre is no air, I can’t draw breath
Forever, my love makes me wish for death
Into my dreams the doubts are led
I do hate what loves me yet
And love what wants me dead
Homunculus being
Flesh without a soul
Scarred, beaten blue and cold
As internal void reside in utero
Your soul is embryonal chiaroscuro
Honour no covenants
Heed no law
You are the world’s solution
In that you are its flaw
Father hold thy seed
Mother close thy womb
The crib in which thou throwest me
Is naught but a tomb
Punish you
Sooth your aches
Hand that gives
Hand that takes
I wished not for life
Yet now I stave off death
In endless pain I hold my breath
A light-absorbing veil obscures the sky
In between the floor and the ceiling
The walls of life surround me everlasting
From subterranean throne profound
The bells of death resound
Stifled in gravestrewn grounds
The never unspoken
The circle unbroken
The serpent is grinning
The godhead is choking
Next are the accusations
Best arе the tears
Nothing is added to nothing
Thеre is no air, I can’t draw breath
Forever, my love makes me wish for death
Into my dreams the doubts are led
I do hate what loves me yet
And love what wants me dead
Homunculus being
Flesh without a soul
Scarred, beaten blue and cold
As internal void reside in utero
Your soul is embryonal chiaroscuro
Honour no covenants
Heed no law
You are the world’s solution
In that you are its flaw
Father hold thy seed
Mother close thy womb
The crib in which thou throwest me
Is naught but a tomb
Punish you
Sooth your aches
Hand that gives
Hand that takes
I wished not for life
Yet now I stave off death
In endless pain I hold my breath
( Selim Lemouchi and His Enemies )
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