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Your Shapeless Beauty - "An Orchid In My Belfry (Nocturnal Call Part 2)"
Lyrics to An Orchid In My Belfry (Nocturnal Call Part 2) : [music: Abate, lyrics: Blachier] the stained glass windows as a philter reveal me veiled wisdom through the icons once carved in blood I drawn secret visions of mankind an occult light hidden by centuries of sorrow will shine again in my church fear, hatred torment, these are the foundations of my night etrenal, moonless colder than a death of thousand years in heaven stars as my swans darken the hollow sky of your life Im a conqueror of kind that will never die for hate in mankind will never wither as the blue fire of my dreams which once turned black is burning again hell, sin just words I swear Ill apply heaven, or god satan they are just foolish illusions oh, I believe in my soul no one will reject my spirit once again as my shadow spreads its eerie gaters and transcend my revenge listen, listen to this prelude to your infernal journey touch the thorns of my bloodmade crown feel the pleasure of sadistic remembraces... « more than anything, I pray to quit this embodied earth, never again shall I live with this burden over my flesh » all their souls just can't reach nothing, for I refuse love to set my life... the pillars of my faith are made of a stone which some call heart now, yester, tomorrow, time is not my ally but suicide helps my church to grow. (help me, help me, help me, save me) among this penumbral light there's still a glowing ember, there is this light I can touch this orchid, I can feel it, I could... and I have achieved my masterpiece a psychotic palace of banished remembraces, vanished in a desolate breath I contemplate this unfertile fields that are mine... preacher, sinner dreamer that takes possession of time father and son gathered in one soul forever at one as the firing candle in the dark but who loves me ' will I never be this one again '.. [ An Orchid In My Belfry (Nocturnal Call Part 2) Lyrics ]
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