Lyrics: Martyr
Lucifer & Thomas Ghirardelli, from the Hortus Animae CD “The Melting Idols”
2000
PSALM: A
requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and
consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the
sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candle’s dumb.
I wanna see it burn, I wanna feel them burn like the fire burning in my eyes.
Spirits, I
don’t wanna see the light of heaven but I wanna see the pain coming out from
her eyes. Powers of obscurity, listen to my prayer and give me time for
revenge. Spirits, she’ll become insane, her nerves shall yield. In this night
of dismal glimmer I invoke malediction. They've let her young beauty fade away.
Velvet skin,
withering. Her bloody hate shall turn again in mortal venom. Sacred lust,
blooming. The trial is silent. Funeral procession, all dressed in black but
white are tears. Unsilent, dip the air of brackish lies. The white dove, killed
by faith, wingless. Stained with blood but still screaming because of blind
pain.
Lungo è il cammino nella notte, la città si duole, avvolta
nelle ombre. E’ in piedi la vergine bianca coperta da un sudicio sudario. Un
cuore pulsa ancora, gocce di sangue escono dal petto urlando… LA
LORO VITA!!!
PSALM: A
requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and
consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the
sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candle’s dumb.
I wanna see it burn, I wanna feel them burn like the fire burning in my eyes.
Blessed are
they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.