Thy Passionate Despair - Enthral

And I wonder

Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold

Paralysed of those that carry the burden

Of Her on their tired backs…

(As I weep…)

Broken and wounded by the love they held so high

When their realms were still proud and mighty

Banners held high against a blackened sky

In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes

No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me…

Hark!

A pitiful beggar before thee I stand

My sorrow I can no longer hide within my eyes

Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart

But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore…

Let me dream

Breed on my misery

Art thou the answer to my depressions

And my sense of growing misantropy?

Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears

For they shine O’so beautiful…

Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are…

O’how I long for these realms where I (once again)

Can be equal among kings…

My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth

Now painted with the grim colours of death

«Waste-Dweller Why do you spin your spell?»

Open me…

Kiss me…

And drink from my scars

Embrace me eternally…