From the
Hortus Animae CD “The Melting Idols” 2000
“Prisoners
Of Dusk”
Father, your
son on the cross is crying. Crying for the sins that he didn’t make. And he’s
dying. Dying for the sins that he wasn’t ashamed. And so father… For what? All
the lights I see, are lights that could make me blind. All the eyes I see, are
joyless eyes and forced untroubled minds. A hand on my head came from the sky.
Fallen Angels are smiling in complete decadence, are they smiling to me? They
are shining as falling stars… As prisoners of dusk. Are these creatures just
like me? I’ll never know.
“Beholding
The Death Of His Son”
And as I
look towards the sky, it makes me sad and so I cry. But my proud god stands
there for me, I know he shall never let me fall. I must respect, I must believe
but anyway I’m on my knees. I’m not alone, I’ve got my friends, those who
attend the ceremony of symbolic cannibalism that I would surely reject. A man
who died upon the cross to save us all,it makes me scream, maybe he cried, as I do now. This atrocity, to me
blasphemy! How can a father decide for life, a holy murder and then the holy
rites. A priest as black as night sings loud for me, sings for the blind. I’m
not like them and, well, I know that for these words I’ll be cursed FOREVER
MORE.
“Fallen
Angel’s Mourning Silence”
Breathe the
silence alone and live the dream of broken wings. The flowers are withered, try
to see the beauty of grey. Hear the prayers resounding, echoes of glory faded
to mist. Hypnotized, be captured by the rapture of Fallen Angel’s Mourning
Silence.