- Mortuary Tune Of The Prisioner´s Anguish
Its calling's so dear...
she leads me through fate, plunges me in eternal silence!!!
Its calling's so precious?
the farer I went from all, the more I suffered from isolation!!!
Its calling's so precious?
Can the sharpest pain a person, could know rest on frustration?
Its calling's so precious?
whispering to my soul 'take me far from this prison of incomprehension'
Its calling's so precious?
stars were shining between ripped clouds over night's sky
tinged with intangible evil
Its calling's so precious?yyyygggghhhh!!!
The pale light of moon as a fading gleam beneath gray clouds?
Its calling's so precious?
and the wind howls a mortuary tune?
A thousand tortures for the body can´t be compared (with the prisoner's anguish)
when he hears the cracking of the whip
Imprisoned in a wrong life he never chose to live!!!
He never chose?
Is not morality as strength of will?
If so, must principles be ruled or must be felt?
NO-ONE could have them,
NO-ONE wanted to feel them
AS I felt theHorror
As I felt the Pain
Letras
- A Place Called Solitude
A Source of Hollow Essence
Alone In The Darkness... My Eternal Rest
Arrival Of The Sickening One
Echoes Resounding Between The Abyss Of Time
How Far I Am From All
In The Sombre Solitude
Manifest Of Endless Sorrow In Sanity
Mortuary Tune Of The Prisioner´s Anguish
Owner Of Wailings
Regret, From Nothing In It's Self
Son Of The Rain (My Divine Rain)
The Gates of Eden Are Too Narrow
The Goddess Of The Perpetual Lake
The Horrible Drawing Back Of The Veil
The House of Funerary Hymns
The Last Breath Of My Mortal Despair
The Sense of no Being
The Spectral Paleness Of The Skin
To The Stake
Vast Immensity (Of Death)
Worship Me And Die
